Too Twisted Novels & Stories

All that mattered was having a good time. I knew I couldn’t black out because I still had to get home somehow. So I decided to burn some of the alcohol off by dancing. Then the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen started dancing with me. If I could describe the hottest guy in the world, it would be him. He had jet black hair and hazel eyes, I was sure, though, that some of that amazement came from the alcohol coursing through my body, but I knew he was not ugly and that he was super fit. I could see his damn muscles under his shirt even in this horrible club lighting. I couldn’t help but think that I definitely chose the right night to come out without any babysitters.

Was she turning into something? "Ah sht!" she groaned when a sudden pain hit her head. She also has the courage to puke, her insides twitching. "Huh? Erin?" "What's happening?" "Watch out!" The three of them panicked and hurriedly went to her side, catching her small frame in their extended arms. Erin falls on them, holding her head and clutching her hair tightly as she can so the growing pain would stop. Her other hand grips on the fabric covering her stomach as she can feel her insides twisting again. Something inside her wants to get out.

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

That night they called for “Web of Thorns.” The sanctuary torches burned low and menacing. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp, dangerous edge of two bloodlines circling for dominance. Over one hundred bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 61 million viewers.

“Do you have something else for me to believe in?” ​“Woo Jin is not that smart to do that,” she countered, stepping further into the room. “Don’t you think someone else was involved?” ​“We both know who else could be involved.” Adrian stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked toward her. “Woo Jin, Dubois, and Dawson are the three major people after my life. Who do you think could be involved again, Carolina?” He stopped directly in front of her, his presence looming.

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

Slamming the door open abruptly, staring at Lucas, she stated out of breath, "The twins... the twins are missing, Lucas!”