Soul Twist Novels & Stories

Sasha couldn’t focus the entire next day. Her body still throbbed with phantom sensations – Jay’s rough hands gripping her hair, Liam’s thick cock stretching her wide, the taste of their combined lust still lingering on her tongue. Every time she crossed her legs, her pussy clenched, aching for more.

But I clenched my fist tightly. Just what was this place? I was sure they weren't my real parents, but they wore my parents' faces. Everything was so twisted and bizarre. What was I supposed to do? At dinner, I found a finger on my plate, a shiny platinum ring wrapped around it, strangely familiar. Cold sweat ran down my back when I saw the human finger appearing on the dinner table. I set the finger aside and forced myself to eat the pasta as I tried not to throw up, one small bite at a time. But with every mouthful, I could feel my stomach churning.

LAYKEN Harper’s eyes pierce into my soul, and I know what is going through her mind. She wants me to kiss her. But if I do, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back from doing more. My whole body aches to hold her, kiss her, taste her, and consume her. I can’t keep myself from picturing her screaming out my name as I bury myself deep inside her. My need for her is comparable to that of needing air to breathe. But dammit, I have got to change my way of doing things. She is an angel. An angel that the likes of me should not corrupt. I’m determined to do what is right by her.

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.