Twist Me Novels & Stories

Aidan said, "This is the last unidentified rogue. He has refused to tell us his name or say anything." I smiled and walked towards the bars. "I am so happy to see you!" I turned to my escorts. "Gentlemen, this is Twit! He's the boss. Did we get his cell phone? He is the one that spoke to Stan on the phone." "Twit is the one that watched as Jerk beat me. He is the first one that kissed me and forced his tongue in my mouth. I almost choked on my own vomit, it was so disgusting. He's the one that said Stan didn't want to come for a single girl with no wolf so the others could have their fun with me."

"It was meant as one." Catherine was thriving. Meeting developmental milestones, making friends at the part-time preschool they'd enrolled her in, displaying the kind of confidence that came from being thoroughly loved. Lucy's memoir was finally complete. She'd titled it "Twist of Fate: Surviving the Unthinkable." Several publishers had expressed serious interest. Her agent was confident they'd have offers within weeks. "Are you sure you want this published?" William asked as Lucy prepared to send the final manuscript to her agent. "It's very personal. Very revealing about our lives."

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

Manipulative. I liked it "She won't recover from this, She'll break " She whispered, leaning in. A smirk formed on my mouth, I had to give it to. It was a smart ass plan, but if we could tweak it a bit it would be perfect. “How about we make it even more twisted?” I asked and her eyes lit up "How?" She asked and I just laughed in response "Does that mean you'll help me?" She grinned “As long as you just don't fuck it up," I said

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

He made a small gesture, and just like that, the tall one opened the back door and practically shoved me in. My long, curly hair flew into my face from the motion. They finally let go of me, and I sat up, brushing my messy hair away with my fingers. I adjusted myself, trying to sit properly trying to see him. But there was a thick pane of black glass separating the back from the front seats. I couldn’t see a thing.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

How I always valued her. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t see Tiffany stroll into my office. No knock or introduction. She walks so confidently towards me and around my desk and stood in front of me. I looked at her with pure disgust. She drops to her knees and her hands grabbing onto my thighs. Trying to run her hands up to my shaft, and it tries to go to my belt. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and yank her up and I stood tall. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” Pyro lacing my voice. Tiffany starts to shake terrified.

"But I don't know how to do that!" "It's so basic. You want to be low to the ground so that you are grounded and easily balanced, but not too low. Consider keeping your knees behind your toes to avoid knee injury. Stand with your legs wide apart, lower to the ground, with your feet turned out. This will help you maintain your balance once you start moving. This is the most common way to twerk, and is the least sexually provocative. Get into the stance that looks like you are about to sit into a chair. Your booty should be the main attraction.

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.