Twist Novels & Stories

“You need to focus on my eyes, rose.” “I don’t think I can when you are doing something forcefully.” He sighs. Here is another failure and a crap amount of embarrassment. Embarrassing event no. 3 One of the points is getting close to one another on different levels, not necessarily sexually (which we are super close to, by the way). Massage is another option. Simple and sweet, what can go wrong here, right? But this one is the worst, and I never tell you to follow anything which is published online. Take a lesson from watching my tragedies.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

I shot a quick text to Gaia, who had been extremely busy planning the Halloween dance as well as beginning the winter formal plans. Hey Gi, did you still want to get dairy shack after the dance? After firing the text I turned my attention to Edward, who was carefully selecting music on his phone that was connected to the aux. The music that began to slide out of the speakers was a song I had stuck in my head the entire day, which happened to be Migraine by twenty one pilots. "Wait do you actually listen to them, or is it because of me?" I turned my whole body in the seat to look at him.

Crossing his arms over his chest he looks at him expectantly. “She's a twin.” “Get to the point.” “I- I think that was the point.” Sanele looks at Snakes with pursed lips. Snakes raise his eyebrow, he nods in understanding as he retrieves his phone to play some game on it. “Right, go on.”

The repercussions of crafting an intricate series of lies about my identity were far more severe than expected. The first deception regarding my background created discord within the office, and my fear of being discovered kept me silent. However, truth inevitably comes to light despite how elaborate the secrets and deceptions are. The burden of my concealed realities now bears down on me, as the exposure of my dishonesty triggers a series of events that could alter the course of my entire existence. "Marry me or get fired!" His harsh and uncompromising tone pierced through the air, ensnarling me with his gaze. His rebellious grin leaves me bewildered by a choice that could bind my destiny t

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

"I feel dizzy. I feel—" He catches me as I stumble away, holding me tight to his bare skin. "Panic attack. Just breathe with me. Come on, princess. Breathe with me." The nickname pisses me off, but maybe that's what snaps me back into my body. I breathe with him, falling into rhythm, my face pressed against his chest. I can hear his heart racing like he's excited to have me this close. I stay like that, breathing his smell, that cinnamon and spice, before I finally pull away. My hands tremble, my lips are numb, but I'm under control again.

Claire shoved the flash drive deeper into her pocket, wiped the tears from her face, and forced herself to her feet. She walked out of the room with her head high, her steps steady, even though her legs felt like jelly. Because if Mason thought she was going to roll over and let him win... He was about to find out just how wrong he was. This time, the spider might just find himself caught in his own web.

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.

Not for me. I kept walking. Toward the suite. Toward Ethan. Forward into what might follow. Time twisted like a ribbon caught in wind. Bending it happened through me. That force came from my hands shaping the curve.