Torment Novels & Stories

The news he heard was not what he had hoped for. The call ended when Torin pressed his phone with immense force. The phone shattered and he let out an angry roar. "You've really let me down, Mireya!" Torin growled in anger, his emotions boiling over, his blood surging. His eyes blazed with a fierce, sharp glint and his breathing became heavy and labored. His fists clenched tightly, his veins bulging, and he slammed his hand down on the desk, splitting it in two. "Now you've not only ruined our plans and the hopes of the pack, but you've also endangered Phillip's safety."

"It’s like trying to hear a whisper in a storm." "You start small," Torin’s voice rumbled from the doorway. He hadn’t moved, a dark sentinel against the oak. "Like now. Sorting shards. Breathing." His dark eyes held hers. "The bond isn’t a storm you stand in. It’s a current you learn to swim. Focus on one stroke. One breath. One feeling at a time."

The duo huddled together for warmth in the cosy sofa. Miriam was quite tipsy from the shots of whisky and cigarettes as she curled up in Ben's arms. She felt a rage of emotional turbulence brewing within her while she struggled to free herself from the impact of the day's mix of events. Slowly, she removed herself from Ben's arms and staggered to her feet--still feeling the impact of alcohol. Ben followed suit hoping to steady her as she made to move away from the sofa. He grabbed her hips from behind and pressed his body against hers.

If I had been that second earlier I could have shoot him in the arm or something. Through my mental torment I finally succumb to the exhaustion and collapsed to the ground. I hear Ash call out my name, but I'm too tired, to tired to care anymore and quite frankly to tired to move. His footsteps echo down the empty street, until I feel his arms grabbing me. The usual buzz that shows our connection begins humming to life, and this for some reason gives me reason. As if Ash’s very existence is my purpose. I have to live so that Ash can have a life that doesn’t slowly torture him. I open my eyes and stare up at him. His fear and worry towards me and the sorrow, th

Terry, who had just tackled another rogue, couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief. "Foolish." The Rogue leader shook his head in disdain, clearly anticipating my defeat. "Roar!" At that moment, I let out a powerful roar and transformed into a towering white wolf. With all my strength concentrated in my legs, I launched myself like a bolt of lightning toward him. The Rogue leader clearly hadn't expected such an aggressive move. His expression shifted to one of shock as his eyes widened. As the Rogue leader's attack came crashing down on me, I swiftly used my front claws to grip the top of his head. Without a moment's hesitation, I sidestepped and viciously bit into his neck.

Not in any dramatic physical way, simply in the particular quality of someone who had been processing something difficult for a long time and had arrived at the end of that processing without finding the comfortable resolution they had hoped for. She sat down and looked at Aria and did not immediately say anything. Aria waited. "I do not know how to do this," Tova said finally. "Corran came, and Petra came, and I heard about it, and I kept telling myself I did not need to come, and then I kept not being able to stop thinking about it." She paused. "Which is probably its own kind of answer." "What were you thinking about specifically?" Aria said.

Chapter 70 Cheyenne POV When I was done fighting, I went back up to sit beside Mercury. He squeezed my hand. He knew the crap I had been put through; that right there was easy for me to do. The girl wanted to sleep with my mate. Shaking my head, who hadn't wanted to do just that. Things do happen like this stupid crap; I wanted the family not to be harmed, but I knew some of us would get hurt, like Isiah. I thought that man was going to kill him, but he got up and won. Thank the goddess. It took him time to heal, but he is fully healed now. It didn't take long for another to come out; his name is Torment, a weird name, but I have heard of him. What I did hear

The leather making it much more painful. Megumi straddled her hips and punched with all the rage of every loss, until she was sure she was blacking out. She got on her feet still circling her. “Is this the best Takahiro has to offer, really?” she spat and kicked her in her face again which was already bruised and bloody. “If only he could see you know. How do you think he would react if he saw you now? He’d kill you himself!” she yelled and stomped on her head.

Lorenzo followed his twin but took three steps in my direction instead of one. "No. I don't." "You are provoking us, Tesoro. Very very badly. You are doing something that calls for the beast in us and that beast will devour you, sweetheart." He growled in a gravelly voice drawing closer to me. His twin was still left behind, but I could almost feel him since he was just an arm's length from where I stood glued to the ground. The sexual tension in the bedroom skyrocketed I could almost taste them in my mouth. How did they even taste like?

“Run, why don’t you f*cking run? Didn’t you claim to be the God of Wind? Did you think I wouldn’t be able to catch up with you? Son of a b*tch. Do you really think you’re Whispering Wind?” *Bang, bang, bang…* Within a few seconds, Tyr had landed at least a hundred punches on Torbert. Even a freak like Matthew would have been smashed to death by Tyr with so many punches, but Torbert could withstand these attacks. It was unbelievable. With over a hundred punches thrown at him, he only suffered some external wounds. However, the pain was inevitable. Every time Tyr threw a punch, Torbert would scream in pain. Eventually, Torbert couldn’t take it anymore. Even if he was very resilient, he couldn’