Soul Twist Novels & Stories

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

zaid said mockingly. Yusuf glanced at Sofia,her face was motionless, no emotion,nothing. Her eyes were distant. She looked at him warily like a stranger. He had damaged her soul. This man had killed her soul,the sprinted fire,cheerful girl. "Let's get inside son, we won't want your wife to be standing" his eyes twinkled with mockery. They went inside, zaid sat on a throne-like chair. His face looked familiar to Yusuf, but Yusuf was not here to dwelled on it.

I had half expected for me to be called out. As I turned the corner that led to where I was going to board the lift, I bumped into a hard wall and lost my balance. I prepared myself for the inevitable fall but was surprised to be held up. I realized someone was holding me up and I quickly stood upright and looked up to thank the person. I froze when I recognized who I'd bumped into. It was him. Jake Owen. JAKE I looked at the woman in front of me looking as if she'd seen a ghost. I could have sworn I'd seen her somewhere before but I couldn't place my fingers on where exactly.

CHAPTER 2:SO DARK AND BROODING *SOPHIA* "This is one sexy little bitch"A huge man hovered above me while two others tied up my hands. They had taken me to the other part of the alley and I was scared as hell. "Bones, don't you think we should get outta here,you heard the gunshots, right?"One of the men asked. Bones? The name was just as twisted as he looked. "C'mon... nothing serious might've happened.It might just be some few assholes testing out their weapons.Are you willing to let this bitch go for some fucking noise?"Bones asked.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

I smiled to myself. "Mam, if you don't mind me asking... why is everyone in that group staring at us?" the Mehndi artist mumbled, her hands fumbling slightly as she worked. I turned to look at what she was talking about. I closed my eyes and wanted to bang my head somewhere when my mom showed a heart symbol with her fingers. "Don't mind they are a bunch of stupid people!", I told her to ignore my mom and her friends. I expected that from my mom and Abhi's but twins and Priti's mums joined the cult too!

Thiago mostly. We were sent to take a role as being in high school and it was only supposed to last a couple months. A couple months turned in to a year and here we are, still chasing after Austin and his antics because he's a little snake. To break it down, the schools lover boy Austin Reynolds was part of a rival gang who raped and murdered girls just for not being good at sex. If that wasn't bad enough they also took part in human trafficking with girls as young as 14.

"The Divine Being, with the help of the dragons and a small group of humans who remained loyal to their world, fought valiantly against the Destroyer and its Tainted followers," the voice said. Darkness crept over the world, like a suffocating shroud. The Tainted emerged, their bodies twisting and contorting, elongating into grotesque, inhuman shapes. Wren's gaze fell upon one Tainted, its eight arms splayed out like a macabre spider. Each arm wielded a different instrument of war: a drum, its surface etched with ancient runes; a flute, its melody a haunting whisper; a harp, its strings vibrating with an otherworldly energy.

My subconsciousness sassy said in a duh tone. I was still whining at the pain on my wrist when I heard a grunt coming from the man not far from me. I looked up and my breath shallowed as I looked at the million of dollars he was holding with a unpleasant expression on his face. A Falcon Supernova IPhone 6 pink diamond. With an INSANE price of $48.5 million dollars. Who the heck is this guy? The initial plan was I won’t do anything that would make Andre upset with me but looking at the cracked phone in this man’s hand I am not quite sure that went according to the plan.

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”