Twist And Shout Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He bent down to pick it up, and she seized the opportunity to lightly grab his hand in what we assumed was a thankful gesture. We watched, hearts pounding as they talked. Sharon's laughter rang out—a calculated move—but we couldn't make out what they were saying. A minute passed. Then two. Finally, he shook his head with a polite smile. What?! He resisted Sharon?! As she stormed back, looking absolutely mortified, she muttered, "Alright, two thousand bucks now. Whoever gets him to kiss them, it's doubled! Ava, your turn. Go!" I sighed. I wasn't sure if I wanted to win or just laugh at their attempts, but I loved a good bet—especially one that let me pocket some cash.

Pulling herself back, she grinds herself on me when I stop her and she snarls in my face. “You are weak Titus, I deserve someone better than you. I will have someone better than you.” She laughs when she continues. “I Alpha Destinee Shaw, of the Snow Moon and Venom Fang pack, reject you Alpha Titus Blackwood as my mate and Alpha.” She says, and I feel a searing pain in my chest. The bond is broken. It’s not real, it’s not real. Before a silver knife is thrust into my chest. I scream out and she stands and walks away before evaporating. I claw at my chest when Fenrir comes over and waves his hand and the illusion and his magic clear the air.

Taking a slow deep breath, I pulled him back upright from his lean against the door. “There are so many things I want to do to you. So many things that I want to share with you…that my friend went through. Sadly, in choosing this particular location to have your men ambush us, I don’t have nearly the time to do so. Pity. I’d love to watch you scream as burned alive.” “The fuck is wrong with you!” Jerard screamed at me, covering my cheek in spit and blood. I rolled my eyes. “No manners. I swear. Since little prick told us your employer, I don’t even need to be speaking to you really.”

The shadows reached for me, and the wind yanked me away with a gleeful cackle. He was stronger here. “KAELITH!” His name fell from my lips, and though the sound was claimed by the wind, I swore he heard it. With fingers outstretched he reached for me, propelling his body until the distance between us began to close. The wind let out another wave of howling, grunting, disorienting laughter and careened between us, ripping us apart. I cartwheeled through the air, my stomach churning and churning with each dizzying flip. A scream nearly ripped from my lungs when something hard collided with me, but immediately I was hit with sparks, and the slight taste of blood oranges on my tongue.

She twist my ankle and squash harder my jaw. I chuckle slightly pained. Her actions are tickle's on my skin. "How'd you figure out?" I respond with a question. I groan afterwards. Her tight beta grip really squashes my jaw. Pretty impressive and effective. Am barely speaking. My voice is closely lost. She growl at me. Her royal beta eyes glows. They threaten me. Deadly fans replace her tooth. Claws gladly decorate her fingers. She's enraged so welcomes her beast. Am certain she's wise and no dumb ass.

He cupped my cheek. “You’re so goddess damned beautiful, Sha, even in your darkest depths.” I blinked, and a tear fell before he gripped my hair, tilting my head back, and crashed his mouth to mine. Our tongues danced and mingled, our love intertwining our souls, consuming each other. His shaft moved in and out of my core at a cruelly languid pace. His hand that didn't possess my hair, moved up and down my thigh, his thumb teasing my skin, before concentrating it onto my sensitive nub. I panted into his mouth, then he freed mine only to trail a blazing path down my throat. I whimpered. Wyatt withdrew. I glared at him while he tucked himself away.

It’s nearly ready to split in two between the fairy and-- *Harlow!! I smell her! She’s all over him,* Dante shouts, as his fur begins to sprout through my skin. I spin on my bare heels and roar, my face half shifted and unable to stop. *No Luc, nooooo,* Chance shouts, over mind-link. But it's too late.

As the sound of screeching tires from a red Ferrari echoed through the compound, Isabella peered out the window. "Oh he''s here!." Isabella declared as she went outside to bring him in. The front door opened, and Isabella stormed in with her arm connected to a tall and a confident man with blue eyes. Breath seized in her throat as Sharon fixed her eyes on Davis. "Everyone," Meet my fiancé, Davis." She said with a brilliant smile. Davis moved forward, his typical grace slipping just a little as he fixed his eyes on Sharon. And he quickly looked away something seemed familiar about her.

Well that's useful information I suppose. “You BITCH!” Tristan screams. Everyone else in the room seems frozen, not able to move under the waves of power coming from the three Shifters at the front of the room. Tristan keeps yelling. “One more day! All you had to do was say yes this one last time and I would have had everything! Your perfect brother would encounter an 'unfortunate' accident, courtesy of my friends, and once we took over I would arrange something similar for you. Then I would be free to be with the woman I actually love. Do you know what torture it has been for me, pretending to care about you? Pretending to be your Prince Charming and listen to all your petty little complain

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.