Retorcido Novels & Stories

As virility charged mercilessly, her femininity felt attracted. But back to that, it was so delicious. Aranjo unknowingly squeezes her own breasts that have been soaked by the saliva of the King.

But the last minute change got into Logan's head, and he couldn't keep the ball out of the net. That's how the ricochet effect began. I couldn't seem to block for shit. Daniel kept kicking too wide. The stress of the change, and probably more so the curiosity about what was wrong with Santos, just killed our stride. Even Luca Montoya, who is usually one of our more reserved players, pulled a yellow card and had to rein in his defense so he didn't get tossed out. It was brutal. So while the Earthquake fans are celebrating loudly in the stands, the Texas Mutiny is walking off the field, with our tails tucked firmly between our legs. Not just in shame, but possibly in anticipation of our asses

I'd grown bored and weary, but I still wanted them to suffer. Slowly, I had the shadows twist their body parts the wrong way. Their fingers, bent backwards. Their arms, twisted in the sockets in the wrong direction. Their knees popped out of place and faced opposite the way they should have. Their hips, bent right the way back like I was trying to make origami out of them.

Too tightly. God damn.

.Chapter 23 Tension Meanwhile, burdened by the weight of betrayal, Nerissa desperately sought out Tritan, intercepting him on his way to training. The profound hurt of betrayal was etched on her face as she signed, her hands trembling with emotion, "Did you turn them in?" Tritan's expression hardened, his eyes reflecting a mix of pain and determination, but he maintained a calm demeanor as he signed back, his hands firm and resolute, "No, I promised you I wouldn't! I would never break a promise, Nerissa." Tritan held her gaze, hurt that she would question his unwavering loyalty. After a moment of silence, Nerissa nodded, her eyes brimming with understanding, acknowledging Tritan's steadfastn

Twisted into the web. Holding it shut.

My hand shook as I pinned back my curl, I had developed such a bad tremor in the last years- perhaps due to my illness, or the countless medications I have to take due to it. Triston's voice cut through the silence of the bathroom, "What color are you wearing tonight?" I turned my head up,

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FRIGHTEN. To make someone afraid or anxious; to cause fear in a profound or sudden way. Following Liam’s confession, Dylan was engulfed by an intense, destructive BPD episode. The betrayal triggered a full 'split,' turning his world instantly from black-and-white to a terrifying monochrome of hatred and self-loathing. Anna was forced to confront the violent reality of his illness, stepping fully into the role of psychiatrist to de-escalate a situation that was genuinely frightening, all while wrestling with the overwhelming knowledge of his pain.

I said while still checking him out. He smirked before focusing on the road. "Then what's in your vocabulary?" he asked. A playful smile appeared on my lips as I get near him. I could see his forehead furrowed back to me then on the road. "Holding this is rude," I mumbled as I touched his crotch. He automatically step the break. "Fvck!" he cursed and glared at me. I shrugged before adjusting to sitting again. A victory smile plastered on my lips.