Twist Me Novels & Stories

I asked, crouching down like her. She nodded once before a crystal-like fluid glimmered at the edge of her eyes. "I'm scared. No one loves me." My instinct told me to hug her, so I extended my arms, wrapping her in my embrace, and whispered, "I'm awso sad, but it's awight. We can be fwiends if you wike. I'm Iwy, you'we Gwace, wight?" She corrected as she chuckled. "It's Grace, Ily."

A smirk appeared as I felt my wolf stir inside me, letting me know she was with me. Releasing my energy, purple bits of lightning licked around me. The teens started freaking out, but it seemed none of them could move. As streaks of lightning swarmed me, heat fused with the chains that bound me. With my wrists turned away from each other, I waited until the metal was hot enough to burn my flesh without harming me.

I twist mу реlvіѕ аnd еlbоw hіm іn the ѕіdе. I know I’vе hіt his lіvеr when hе fаltеrѕ and I use thаt second tо twіѕt аwау and run. Hіѕ hands grаb at my hаіr, аnd I feel a сhunk of іt rip оut аѕ I struggle lіkе a delinquent рuрреt trуіng tо еѕсаре. If thе other guу gеtѕ uр, thіѕ is оvеr. Thе оnlу plan is to run.

“What’s the twist? How are you going to try to humiliate me this time?” Because the band is good and the aerialist is talented and my drink is cool and refreshing—but I won’t be able to relax until we get to the punchline. Victor takes a large mouthful of whiskey and sets his glass down with a thump. “No twist,” he says, voice rough. “Nothing?”

I never pleaded with anyone other than her. “No, Iam with my family. I have two sisters, that’s all. Don’t you dare confuse me? Go away,” I grabbed both of her hands “Look at me, you still know that I love you. You love me too,” still I can’t see any feelings in her. “Let go of me” she struggled, but I gripped her hard without knowingly. “It hurts!" She screamed in pain. ‘I'm sorry,” I took some steps back. “Okay, I will make you remember. This is my true self.” I shut down my glamour and showed my real cyborg body.

Hands shaking, I slammed both palms into her spine and lurched toward the edge of the circle. Just one more. Just a little more…. He suddenly twisted and grabbed my wrist. Shit.

familiar. I twirl around the chair to the front. Swaying I tease him with my hips. Bending forward I take myself to the floor slowly, shaking my ass just enough to give a good jiggle. He can look, but he can't touch. Just like the bastard in the audience forcing me to do this.

“I’ll be there now. Yeah. Thanks.” The call ends and my heart sinks in disappointment. El twirls to face me, eyes shooting daggers that only harden my cock. I can bend her over right now if she wants, I will go slow, then fast until she’s screaming down the building with my name. Without a thought, my hands return to her shoulders and she grabs my wrists, forcing my arms away from her body. I can easily overpower her but I let her believe she can get away with it. Maybe it might convince her to let me give both of us the release we desperately need.

I stepped down from my seat and stepped on the dancefloor to shake and do a twist dance to "Under the Influence by Chris brown" I started twisting my waist like a snake and moving my hips seductively. I felt a man's hand snaked around my waist, the hand pushed me closer against the whole body. I couldn't care less about who it was before I started grinding hard on the stranger and by the time the song was over I could feel the strangers bulge against my ass.

Obviously, whoever has kidnapped me is not going to leave me in a place where anyone can rush in to help me. I tried to think of more possible ways to free myself. I had seen in dramas and movies how people can easily twist their hands out of the binds by just twisting their wrists. But the things I was tied with, made me feel like I am going to twist my wrists before I even try to twist whatever is binding me. Then I remembered. Misha!