The Man With The Twisted Lip Novels & Stories

I try to chuckle from the sudden want she now has but she closes my mouth in a fierce kiss, how lips fighting for domination. ************* He tiptoes silently to where the man pouting his lips for a kiss was. He couldn't help taking a picture of him while holding his laugh so as not to wake him up. He couldn't believe this was the stoic and emotionless scarface, who was always very ruthless and showed no mercy to anyone who wronged and betrayed his trust. This would definitely be a good topic for the guys at the Organization...

Luca asked sharply. One of the men stepped forward nervously. “He bit it off,” the man said. “We tried to stop him, but… it was too late.” My eyes shifted to the chair. That’s when I saw him, the man tied to it, he was barely alive. His face was completely ruined, swollen, bloodied and barely recognizable. His mouth was filled with blood. He couldn’t even lift his head properly. “Who is this?” I asked, my voice was low.

A grin spread over the mans face, a red slash revealed by the open zipper over the mouth. The man moved, his head turned, and he reached out to the woman suddenly. With a hard yank, he twisted her nipple, and I saw her pained, surprised reaction in 3D. Her lips, painted a garish red that clashed with her hair, opened wide, her eyes were blindfolded so I couldnt see them, but I knew theyd be open beneath the black scarf tied behind her head. Her nipples had gone tight, and the man stepped back to admire his work. He tweaked the other one, and she seemed prepared now. That was sad, I decided. Id liked her response. I saw the woman bite her lip and let it go, and I knew it was a tease.

his upper lips twisted into a tight smirk. “Who?” Ivan cocked an eyebrow at him, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes, “One of your fancy patients whom you are hooking up with in the guise of treatment?” He sneered. “You do not have to be so crude!” A hellion curve twisted Leo's lips, his voice laced with humor, “The fine ladies here do not have any love to give. They would just mess up a man if he didn't have his guards up,” he clicked his tongue.

So I just close my eyes again and waited for the horse feet to crush my body. I expected the horse feet to stomp on my body, but instead, I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist. I felt my body lift off the ground but only for a few seconds. I quickly opened my eyes to find out what happened and who saved me. When I opened my eyes, the face of a handsome and tall man frowning greeted me. His eyelashes were fluffy and matches his dark and beautiful but sharp eyes. The shape of his nose is perfect and beautiful and his lips are red as if he had applied lipstick. But of course, he doesn't have lipstick on his lips now because it will be noticeable if he wears some lipstick. The redness of h

I asked as my eyes were filled with tears. "You will have the honor to see by yourself." He took a step backwards, and I released a breath I did not know that I was holding. Vincenzo was still standing in front of me, blocking the man from my eyes. Erico was doing something behind Vincenzo and the man's screams startled me. It was echoing in my ears and I closed them. "Please stop it." I screamed but Vincenzo only smirked. "Darling we haven't started my favorite part yet." He stepped aside, and as my eyes landed on the man I gagged. He had a missing finger, and his hand was twisted in an abnormal way.

A man with a bow-like lips, thick lips, pointed nose, chiseled jaw and dark brooded eyes. Serious and hard facial features which doesn’t compliment that small grin as he twitched his lips to each side. “ I don’t care,” I muttered which is absolutely a mistake because I felt him strangling my neck. I choke with his large hands wrapped around my neck. His eyes didn’t show any emotion as he strangle me. My toes curled with the satin cover as I fight for my breath to survive. After a while, he loosens his grip making me catch for my breath. My eyes watered as I cough while he only laughs for my suffering.

I took a huge breath as I saw his frowning face. "Up," His lips barely moved covered with his white thick mustache. He turned to leave and I noticed his walk, he went weaker and weaker every day. In his dirty white shirt, I knew his getting thinner too. As he slammed the door my eyes fell to my palm, that dream kept on hunting me until now. Her face was clearer before, but now it has gotten blurry as time pass. "What are those?"

She went to the back of the house where he always stayed and she met him there, he was sitting and resting his back while on a call with someone. Lauren stood in front of him and bowed slightly. “Arrange the meeting and tell me the time, then I will try to show up,” the man said and hung up. He seems to be in his late fifties. He is the father of Melissa, Lauren and her brother. He gives Melissa everything she wants and allows her to do anything she wants without questioning her, which makes her spoiled and rude. “What's that?” The man asked. “I was told the parcel is for you,” Lauren said and stretched forth the parcel.

The man sat on an armchair and rested one of his arms on the hand rest, his other hand was holding a cigarette and his head leaned backwards. Taking a closer look, his lips were curved into an evil smile which widened by the minute. "Wayne, Wayne, Wayne" The man called out hatefully as he pressed the butt of the cigarette on the ashtray with force. The veins on his hands bulged uncontrollably. "Finally I've found your Achilles hills" The man laughed crazily as he stood up from the chair and walked around the room in slow steps. He stopped at a wall where a picture of Kaylar was hung.