Twist Me Novels & Stories

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. He took my hand and led me over to one of the few couches where we sat and talked for a while. The talking quickly turned into flirting and when he finished his beer, we went to the dance floor again. He definitely knew how to dance. He was sweet and irresistible. I never wanted to take my hands off of him. He was playing his cards right to take me home tonight and we both knew it.

His words unlockеd somеthing primal within Sarah, stripping away thе last vеstigеs of hеr rеsistancе. Shе wantеd this – nееdеd this – with a dеspеration that tеrrifiеd hеr еvеn as it thrillеd hеr. As if hе could sеnsе thе fracturеs in hеr rеsolvе, Tylеr doublеd down on his onslaught of carnal plеasurеs, his callousеd palms knеading thе supplе curvеs of hеr body as hе laid claim to hеr mouth oncе morе.

I'm twitching, shaking, back arched— He reaches down and picks up the champagne bottle. Before I can say a word, he pours the last little bit over my pussy. I gasp at the sudden bubbling cold. I try to wriggle away but he holds me down and sucks the champagne from my clit and the folds of my pussy, licking me clean, making these filthy delighted noises as he does it. "Fuck, Eros, you need to warn a girl before you drench her in champagne." He slides his fingers in deep, silencing me as a low moan wrenches itself from my throat.

Could she rewrite her twisted fate? She didn’t know— But as she stared out the window into the stormy night, She swore she would try. No matter what it cost her.

I need to rescue myself from this psycho of a man. I went stiff as I felt the wrench move up my thigh s, bit by bit... Heading to... Oh no! By the moon goddess... Tell me my thoughts are lies. Fucking tell me.

he reasoned out but I could tell he’s reliving those memories inside his head. When I turned to Twig, she couldn’t stand properly anymore as she pressed her legs tightly. The erotic moans of the girls sounded, alternating between pain and pleasure as Bamboo went down on them one by one. And it became louder as they try to play with each other. “Twig, do you wish that’s you?” I asked seductively. “Phantom, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again,” she pleaded as she tried to touch herself but couldn’t because their hands were bound.

That there was so much showing off. "Give me a fight". I growl at Twigs. “I do not care about the odds and do not go too far away from me". Twigs stiffens. "Why ? Is there a leech here ?" He whispers as low as he can. I shake my head. "Someone like me". Twigs looks around nervously. “Pretend nothing is off. He can see if you know. Go over and get me a fight and fuck the odds”. I smile harshly.

Enzo stepped closer, adjusting my posture and tapping my elbow lightly. “Tighter, keep your arms close, or they’ll grab you here.” “Oh, now I’m supposed to look like Mike Tyson, the great boxer?” “It’s not bad,” Enzo chuckled. I rolled my eyes but stayed quiet as he moved on to the next step. “Lastly,” he said, “If someone grabs you, don’t pull.” He grabbed my wrist lightly. “That’s what they expect. Instead, twist toward their thumb. It’s the weakest point.” I hesitated for a second before twisting my wrist as he instructed. His grip broke instantly, and I stumbled back, blinking in surprise.

I curled against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around me. "Feeling any stronger?" I whispered, my smile laced with playful warmth as I lay against him. In answer, he extended his hand, fingers splaying outward as though gathering the very air around him. Slowly, he twirled his fingers, conjuring a delicate spiral of wind that danced and whirled, responding to the subtle command of his touch. The miniature vortex shimmered at his fingertips before he released it, sending it drifting gently out the window, where it vanished into the night.

The song changes and this one's one I know and happen to like Twisted by missio starts blaring though the speakers. We watch as she jumps up begging her friend to dance with her but he just shakes his head, she asks again and he keeps shaking his head no tell he finally gets up and they make there way to the dance floor. The way she moves her hips and raises her arms then brings them back down running her hands against her body is absolutely hypnotic. The more I watch her the more I want her. The more I watch her the more my dads words creep into my mind. A group of guys comes over to her and her friend, one of the guys leans close to the both of them and says something. I see her friend lea