Short Stories With A Twist Novels & Stories

The waitress left the menus, running down the specials before pouring us sparkling water. “Do you kidnap women all the time and take them to breakfast?” I asked him as I folded my napkin in my lap. “Kidnap? I recall you leaving willingly.” “Are you sure about that? I mean, you had so much bass in your voice it sounded more like a command.”

Bored surfing through the internet,I reside reading an online story written by my greatest and favourite author, Elvis Asiwe. He's stories generally are dope,they appear outstanding and unique, having great plots, outlines, intriguing characters and unexpected twists. Reading his stories frequently soots anxiety and worries, bestowing long lasting peace of mind within me and like earlier mentioned,him likewise his stories are both dope and the best. I thought. Deeply engrossed reading through his current ongoing intriguing and suspense filled novel,Alex devious sneaking in was taken unnoticed by me, not until loud screening screams evolved her lips, taking me aback in shock.

But these two idiots just had to compete on who would gift the restaurant a bit of 'charity money'. "Do you two understand what shame means at all?" the blonde upbraided, hands akimbo. "Does shame pay the bills?" Kingsley asked, a brow raised. "Shame doesn't exist in my world. In my world, if licking dog shit publicly is gonna get one a higher-up's absolute trust, he doesn't hesitate," "I see," Sean nodded sagely. Then he just went upstairs to shower. Who knew these two would come to join him completely naked? A little banter soon morphed into an intense fuck session in the shower, each one taking turns to fuck Sean in different styles.

I reached for another drink, but Vanessa grabbed my arm. She smiled. "Just drinking is kinda boring. Let's raise the stakes." Someone jumped in immediately. "Then the loser has to take something off." Another guy laughed. "Outerwear's lame. Make it underwear." The room erupted. "Take it off! Take it off!" My hands clenched so hard my knuckles went white. Every muscle in my body locked up. Vanessa tilted her head, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

I choked severely. I coughed as I tried to remove his hand from my neck. He was squeezing it so tightly. I thought I was going to die but he let go of me eventually. I coughed so hard as I tried to catch my breath. The man stood up. I watched as he went out of the room. I do not understand. What is happening? Who is that man? Why does he look exactly like Greval? Is he his... twin? My mind was suddenly in a complete disarray. Something does not feel right. Something is going on...

She scoffed slightly. The interviewer scoffed along, "Well...I've read many stories and all I can say is that sometimes stories with much simpler thoughts grab readers attention and win their heart rather than plots with multiple twists and all. And I must say...your book is one of them." "Thanks a lot once again." Anna smiled. "And then, there's this question, when I was setting up the questions about what I should ask you, this one question popped out every now and then in the comment section. It was, what was the inspiration behind this story? What made you think of such a plot. "

But that was muсh better than almоst suffосating. What did the оld landlady, whо had warned her tо sleep оnly with the windоw сlоsed? Оtherwise, mоnsters соuld enter the rооm, she had mysteriоusly whispered. Pah! Thоse were just superstitiоus fairy tales, ghоst stоries fоr yоung сhildren.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

“You are a terrible liar.” Her lips parted in shock. Then unexpectedly— She laughed. The sound startled both of them. It was soft and breathless, as though she had not laughed freely in a very long time. And the moment Edwin heard it, something shifted quietly inside him. Dangerous. Very dangerous. Because loneliness made people reckless. And Edwin Emerson had spent years carefully protecting himself from wanting things he could not keep. Yet standing here with moonlight silvering Arabella’s damp skin… He found himself wanting.

" As soon as he said that, all the warriors around us looked furious. His words were an insult to both me and them. Some of the hot-tempered warriors came over to challenge Andre, who had no choice but to line up for the challenges. The participants would be tested on their intelligence, strength, and reflexes in each of the three challenges. Andre couldn't even pass the first challenge. He was repeatedly defeated and had to line up all over again. In the end, he had no choice but to bribe someone else for the answers. The remaining two challenges were increasingly brutal. It took Andre a week to make it through all the challenges for the right to see me. Upon meeting me, Felicia started ven