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.

my soul has lost that ignited fire of it, without her around me. If I had a superpower, I would choose teleportation, so I would never have to miss her ever. craziness is a part, but on a serious point I'm missing her so much. and that unexpected hug from her made me crave for her more than anything. That hug sparked a fire inside me that I was holding for a long time. That hug moment still plays fresh in front of my eyes.

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?”

Her heart twisted in her chest as she whispered, “Call me. Please.” XXX

I felt like I wasted all these years with the wrong person. “Yes, let’s enjoy the party. I will teach you,” she grabbed my hands and went inside. “Here, drink this,” “What’s that?” “Don’t act innocent, it’s just champagne” “I won’t drink,” I shoved away. “No, you should. I am telling you this. Whatever I said will be good for you. So don’t resist” I took the glass and drank. Maybe I am trying to have some fun hereafter. But I forgot about Chris.

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.

She blushed, biting her bottom lip. "Well it's not surprising that Amy has a crush on you. You are indeed sexy, Mr. Wilson." She looked at me through her thick lashes, making me raise my eyebrows. "Did you just compliment me?" "Yeah, don't brag. You are still a jerk," she smiled and I took her hands between mine. "Thank you for trusting me. I know it's a huge thing for you and I promise to never break that trust." I replied sincerely and kissed her hand. "Stop being all mushy. Now, should we continue what we started or should I expect any more interruptions from your fan club?" She asked in a sarcastic tone, making me laugh and I lifted her off the couch.