Part Of Your World: A Twisted Tale Novels & Stories

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

"That's heroic, not a failure." Lucy wanted to believe him. But the weight of revelation after revelation was crushing. Catherine made a small sound, drawing their attention. Her tiny face scrunched up, her mouth opening in what looked like a yawn. "She's so peaceful," Lucy said. "She has no idea how complicated the world is. How much darkness exists."

I stood there for a moment, letting the night wrap around me. I should feel relieved. I should feel free. The contract was ending. I could go home. Back to my life. But I didn’t feel free. I felt sad. It made no sense. I was supposed to want this. I’d told myself this was what I wanted—to get out. To be done. But now, all I could feel was the hollow pit in my chest. Aleksander always wore the perfect mask. The successful billionaire. The polished heir. The one who took over and built something bigger. But underneath it all—there was something else. Something corrupt. Something criminal.

Meanwhile, my mom said she wanted four pounds of gold so she could drape herself in jewelry. Estel fantasized about whether to hold her wedding abroad or domestically, with plans for a global live broadcast. I simply shook my head as I read their messages. Meanwhile, the car had long left the city. It was heading deeper into more desolate areas. However, the three of them remained oblivious to this as they were too absorbed in their fantasies to notice what was outside the windows. Before long, the car stopped in front of an abandoned factory. Simon's chilling laugh broke the silence. "We've arrived. Please, step out of the car."

"But the world is still fragmented, Ethan. The 'Mortal Coil' gave people a chance, but it didn't give them a map. There are still people like Marcus Vane out there, trying to stitch the shadows back together." "Let them try," Ethan said, his voice firm. "The 'Second World' was a dream built on a lie. This..." he gestured to the bustling village, the smell of roasting lamb, and the sound of a distant lute. "This is the reality. It’s messy, it’s hard, and it’s beautiful." I looked out at the horizon, toward the north where the old world lay in its self-imposed darkness. The 230,000-word journey had brought us to the edge of the world, and we had found that the edge was actually a beginning.

I didn't know how to respond, I didn't know exactly what I saw, well I saw a wolf-man monster with red glowing eyes. Santiago sets the white metal medical box next to me on the daybed before motioning with his fingers towards my legs with the deep scratches caused by that monster’s claws. “May I have permission to touch your body?” He asked, looking at me for the first time in my eyes. I nodded, he didn’t have to ask me to touch my body in order to help me with this crazy scenario that had unfolded so quickly after I threw my hot tea in Kol's face. My life is turned from the right side up to upside down. I was dragged down this whirlpool of this new crazy reality of life now whether I wanted

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.

But of course, if this particular pub burns down, there is another pub in the next town and if pa starts going there, it would take months before I set my eyes on him. I exhaled and walked into the pub. "Aha! Here's the lucky lady." I frowned at the elderly drunk men sitting around my pa and drinking rum. My pa was spread across on the floor in his filth, barely noticing me. "Good evening, Gwendolyn. Ah, you look beautiful tonight." Old Trevor said, coming closer to me, the heavy smell of rum on his breath made my knees weak. I disliked all the drunks but I disliked Old Trevor even more; he was a merchant like Hailey's pa but he always came back with a pregnant young girl he married on his t

Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :)