Too Twisted Novels & Stories

My opened mouth said something different. “You look very sweet today,” I said without thinking about the impression those few words could create. She giggled, and turned her back towards me. She was perhaps shy to look at me in the face to respond to my remark. It could also be probable that she was cunningly showing me her backside. If the latter was true, a trap of some sort, then, I fell into it squarely. It was appetizing, provoking, and luring. My dangly bits nearly responded to the tune. But I didn’t want it to dance; it would be embarrassing, because I was not wearing tight underwear. Quickly, I turned to look at the far side of the cocoa farm, and rested my eyes there for awhile to s

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

hope she understands it. "Sorry just I can't stop it when a word suddenly forms in my mind" she apologizes. "Yeah, right she sometimes utters some no sense words we don't eventually understand" Falkor agreed. "Maybe because it's how she thinks. We can say she has a mental brain illness and oh don't take my word so deep since I don't know if there is an illness like that but mental illness is counted. We're just the same that forms stupid words in our mind when we heard or see something so I understand you. There is something in our brain like an illness but there is not, it is just a twisting thing that rarely happens to a certain person" I talk like I know everything nice Sachiko.

she lied. Ryan gave her a small, sad smile. "You should be." --- Far below them, deep in the mansion’s stone bowels, Mason writhed against the restraints cutting into his wrists. The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. But Mason barely noticed. His mind was racing too fast. Plotting. Scheming. Planning his revenge. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

Nothing. Seconds. Minutes. Hours- spent tossing and turning. My mind remained obsessing over Isabella Montano, the girl who's world was nothing but toxic.

I was losing it and I could feel a certain part of me twitching. I breathed heavily as she pulled away, we stared at each other like we were trying to look into the depth of our souls. " I know what you did to me back at the office when you stole those documents." She raised a brow. I shifted my gaze from her, trying to keep a straight face." You were kind of desperate." She scoffed." Did you know it could be considered rape?" It was my turn to laugh." Nah, you were dripping wet. It won't be considered rape if you spread your legs so damn wide on your own and kept screaming for me to fuck you harder."

Alessia’s POV Looking at the group home in Turin, it was hard to believe it was once a lively place. Now, it was just a skeleton of a building. The walls were scorched and the windows were blackened. Weeds and faded police tape surrounded it like a sad reminder of what happened. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Luca might have lived—and even died—here. Maybe he was still out there somewhere, alone, and just thinking about it made my heart race.

"Did you really think we were some kind of mafia?" Embarrassed, I said, "That's not what I meant." "But, if Mrs. Stewart hadn't survived, they likely wouldn't be alive right now," he added as his eyes flashed with a hint of darkness. Later, I learned the truth. Although Madison and Bellamy weren't killed, they were tortured so badly that there wasn't an intact patch of skin left on them. Their limbs were severed, and they were rendered mute. When they were found, they were crawling in a pigsty in a rural village. Being in such an isolated area, no one knew who the culprits were.

“You’re not wearing panties.” “You said there was a part two…” She grinned at Andres. Lust flickered in his eyes, like she had flipped a switch. Andres went on top of her, careful not to put his full weight on her. And the night stretched on—soft, slow, and full of everything they didn’t need to say.