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“Work. Apparently, there is a stray asking for help.” --- Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. It contains descriptions of acts such as non-consensual sex, abuse, suicide, and other heavy negative emotional activity which some readers may find triggering. Please keep that in mind when moving forward with reading this story. Thank you! <3

Welcome back for my previous readers, and for those who are new to my stories. This book is the fourth book in my Twist of Fate Series: - The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate? Delilah can't wait for her boyfriend to turn seventeen, for him to meet his Alpha wolf and be able to finally sense his fated mate. She's long since been predicted as his fated mate and they make the perfect couple, surely fate couldn't take an unexpected twist and take Delilah on a painful path she didn't expect?

something was here with me, very likely something that scares me. as I focused more into the darkness, I saw something moving, but couldn't figure out what it must be. and I saw it was moving towards me. something featureless but not dead. it was alive and before I could react the featureless thing marched towards me and grabbed me with a jerk. "huhhhh" with a jolt i woke up on my bed, in my bedroom. breathing hard i sat up on bed, i was sweating profusely even though the AC was on.

had begun. But deep in the dark water of the cisterns, a single violet spark flickered; a tiny, crystalline seed that had hitched a ride on Maya’s boot. The Heiress was a patient reader, and she knew that every great story had a twist in the middle.

she insisted, “I really think you should see him. Just to be sure. He’s a good man, very wise.” I hesitated. I didn't believe in such things. Bewitchment? Spells? It all sounded like something out of an old story by some grandma. Nonsense, really. But… a tiny seed of curiosity had been planted. And honestly, I was desperate. If there was even a sliver of a chance that this could help, I was willing to explore it. “Okay, Tala,” I sighed, “I’ll go. But just… just out of curiosity.”

Make sure you check out The Proxy Bride and I Was More Than Pretty — two stories packed with twists, heart, and those little moments that make you smile, gasp, and maybe even swoon. Here’s my promise to you: as long as you keep reading, commenting, and sharing your thoughts, every new book I release will be just as interesting, just as emotional, and just as impossible to put down. I mean it — fun, drama, love, suspense… all wrapped up in pages that are waiting for you. So keep your hearts ready, your tea hot, and your snacks nearby — the next story is coming, and I can’t wait for us to live it together.

"But our employer wants something first. A confession. Public. Detailed. The story of how you murdered Lord Vespine, how you poisoned the wells, how you planned to sacrifice the Academy to the Blood Moon." I laughed. The sound surprised them, I saw it in the hitch of their blades, the shift of their weight. It was not the laugh of defeat. It was the laugh of a reader who had reached the plot twist before the characters. "I did not come here to confess," I said.

A very twisted one! Read to find out but one thing is for sure, it started with cheating and it'll end with revenge. Check it out. Also don't forget to follow, vote and comment. Also, leave a review if you like the story. Thank you, signing off - Jumbledsymphony. 😊

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

I asked, my heart racing with anticipation. “It’s simple. We each draw a card, and the number on the card corresponds to a word. The goal is to create a story together, and each word we draw has to be included. The twist? The story can be as naughty or romantic as we want,” he explained, a devilish smile spreading across his face. “Alright, I’m in!” I replied, excitement bubbling in my chest. We took turns drawing cards, each one revealing a word that sparked our imagination. As we wove our story, laughter and teasing filled the air, the lines between romance and naughtiness blurring wonderfully.