Too Twisted Novels & Stories

This was what it mеant to bе truly alivе, to burn with such sеaring brightnеss that thе rеst of thе world palеd into insignificancе. Timе sееmеd to splintеr and twist around thеm, еach sеcond an еtеrnity trappеd in thе throеs of unrеlеnting passion. Sarah barеly rеgistеrеd thе sounds bеing torn from hеr own lips – nееdy whimpеrs and guttural moans that sеrvеd as a brеathlеss aria to thе unholy joining of thеir bodiеs.

“Whatever you say, I won’t let you get it.” “Then I won’t leave here without it.” Chris stubbornly said. “Try me, I rather die than give it to you” I have no idea what they are talking about and why the hell a professor is at a party. So weird. I can’t understand Chris. He’s hiding many things. Iam sweating in the closet, I should go out. I am insane. I can’t open the closet. I will be caught. First of all, I should have not drunk. Iam feeling giddy.

God she tasted so fucking delicious, the taste of her sweet juices against my tongue still lingering in my memory. “Urghhh” I groan , looking down at the bulge growing in my pants. I reach over blindly to the night stand beside my bed, feeling blindly for the baby oil that has kept me company for the past 3 nights. I grab the bottle squeezing a bit into my palms , then I slowly reach into my pants, my hands grasping around my hard dick. “Fuckk” I hissed, my head rolling back. I feel my dick twitching in my own palms.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

“Zio (uncle) Alessandro!” Two voices — identical, high-pitched, and dripping with mischief — rang out. Alessandro didn’t have to look up. He already knew who it was. The twins. Matteo and Marco. His younger cousins — fifteen years old, chaotic as hell, and a constant thorn in his side. Dressed in matching black hoodies and ripped jeans, their dark curls and mischievous grins were a mirror of each other. “Did we just hear something about an explosion?” Matteo smirked, plopping onto Alessandro’s leather couch.

WINNIE I was convinced that I had stopped breathing at that moment. It took everything within me to still the tremor in my hands. “I can see you already having fun with your new husband” he spat the last two words with so much venom that I had to wonder if they were truly related. It was baffling that his own brother could detest him this much. His eyes raked over my body not so subtly and his eyes instantly darkened with hunger. I closed my eyes and shuddered internally for a brief moment.

He made a small gesture, and just like that, the tall one opened the back door and practically shoved me in. My long, curly hair flew into my face from the motion. They finally let go of me, and I sat up, brushing my messy hair away with my fingers. I adjusted myself, trying to sit properly trying to see him. But there was a thick pane of black glass separating the back from the front seats. I couldn’t see a thing.

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

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

“How are you doing?” “I’m doing great. But,why are you sounding disturbed and stressed?" Alex replied his tone cool but with a trace of concern: Davis let out a heavy sigh. "I need your help, Alex; right now I am in a great mess.” "What is it about?.” There was a slight pause at the other end of the line. Davis finally replied “Something happened.” Davis said as he leaned his back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair. "It seems a bit complicated. There was a slight pause, he continued.