The Man With The Twisted Lip Novels & Stories

“But we have to be careful. They won’t understand. Not yet.” Her breath caught. “I’m not asking you to lie,” he added. “I’m asking you to trust me.” She searched his face—the sincerity in his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the slight tremor in his hands against her skin. “Andres…” He leaned in, just enough for her to feel his breath. Their lips hovered—close, too close. Neither moved. Then, slowly, like the tide pulling in, their lips met. Soft. Tentative. A question and an answer in one breath.

I crept even closer as my grip on the knife's hilt tightened. The man seemed lost. "She… Where is she…" Just as I was in range, he suddenly flew into a rage, roaring loudly. "She's dead! She's dead! You have to die too! I want you dead!" His sudden outburst caught me off guard. He lunged at me and wrapped his hands around my neck. I staggered, barely dodging a fatal grip. He wouldn’t be able to snap my neck in an instant, but he was so strong that I couldn't break free.

The chair revolved to face me and it was a very handsome man an evil smirk plastered on his face. My breathing stopped for a second, and I was having a loss of oxygen. A wave of indifference masked the anger on his face, and he averted his eyes from my face. He had lost extra pounds, and his face was thinner than before. The way his black shirt hugged his forearms told me that he spent his share of time in the gym. There was a stubble covering his strong jaw, and his hair was gelled to side to side with perfection. "why he is so familiar" I mumbled.

he smirked with a playful look on his face and I pursued my lips into a thin line. "Don't you ever try that again unless you want to be fired," I hissed, trying to sound angry. "You kissed me back too. So if I'm getting fired, I'm taking you down with me, sweetheart." he kept stirring his coffee with one hand while his other hand was stuffed inside his pocket. Oh no, he didn't. Even though I was so fucking mad at him, I couldn't help but noticed his messy hair, his tie which was undone, hanging loosely around his neck and the sleeves of his button-down shirt rolled up, showing off his sexy forearms. I could make out his perfect jawline from the side and my hands itched to run all over his da

excited Elena rushed to the door to see what Rob had gotten for her. She opened the door with excitement which quickly changed to confusion. All she could see was Rob standing in front of her drunk and shirtless "Uhm uncle what did you get for me?" She asked. Rob gave her no response and just stared at her body. uncomfortable with the way he looked at her she tried to close the door but Rob held the door open and forced his way into her room "I want you, Elena, I want you" he said drunkenly. "Elena, Elena... where are you?" she heard Britney call out. "Oh no, that must be aunt, She's back. You need to go please." shivering she sat on the bed as Rob made his way out. "ELENA!!" Britney yelled

I didn’t know what I have done now as his face scared my insides and the inches between us turned into centimeters. “W--- wh………… w--- why are---” I spoke stuttering pathetically as he drew very close to my face and I squinted my eyes trying to get away from him. “Don’t speak, you’ve already hurt yourself? Who told you to bang like an idiot?” he spoke and grabbed my hands gently which were bleeding. He carefully removed the handcuffs and saw the wounds making a worried face and I got confused. In no world a man like him would have feelings for me, an average human being chose to cheat on me then a mafia can’t fall for me. Can he?

I knew he was only speaking with me to kill time before his torture resumed, but I didn’t mind. “Hm, a fan.” He purred, the words slurring, and I had the feeling that if he opened his mouth, I would see that his tongue had been cut out at some point or his teeth were gone. “Not in the slightest,” I said, and he shrugged. “I love a challenge. I can’t wait to corrupt you.” The man said before licking his lips with a deformed tongue seductively in my direction. Kaiden snapped, turning and throwing his fist into the man’s face.

Kallida slapped the pale faced man again, a quick correction for another smart remark from the sharp tongue of the prisoner, and Kelvin watched astonished as the man touched with his tongue the blood of his lip. There were mere seconds of silence as the thin lips of the man, cut and bleeding, curled tightly into a contemptible sneer.

"What do you want?" His smirk widened. "To watch the empire crumble." Aria gasped. Valentina’s head snapped up. Shit. Aria turned to run, but the man moved too fast. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her back. She struggled, kicking and thrashing, but he was too strong. "Feisty," the man murmured. A glint of silver caught her eye. A knife. Her blood ran cold. Then A gunshot. The grip on her loosened, and Aria stumbled forward, gasping for air.

The man with the lip gloss smiled and said, "Me, of course!" "Pfft, I think he's more slutty, look at his ass, it's big and shapely..." The man with the lip gloss suddenly pulled down his face, squinting in the direction I left, with a jealous look in his eyes.