Twist Turns の小説・ストーリー

My head was down and my focus into the purse that I was aware of the other person coming from the other side. It was only then I noticed when I bumped into them causing the both of us to stumble down onto the floor. “Oof!” he suck up a breath when my entire weight fell on him then his hands were on my bareback. I tensed and tried to get up but my hand was stuck behind his back. And I want to believe it was twisted as well because of the throbbing pain. “Stop moving. You will make it worse,” the person said and I will admit. His deep husky voice was so soothing, it made me want to relax and be taken care of but I didn’t give into the temptation. I needed to get up. Like now!

She sighed and pulled him forward, kissing him on his left eye, his left hand went behind her hair as he kissed her on the forehead. The nurse left them alone when Ava started wrapping her legs around Abhi's waist embracing each other with urgency. "Abhi?", Ava whispered drawing him closer. "Hmm", he replied kissing her head. "Why do you have a twig in your hair?! How long has it been since you bathed?", Ava crunched her nose trying to loosen him up. His muscles relaxed and she earned a small smile from him.

He looked like a man who works, but still has time to chase people down, I was somehow relaxed as he was far from me but when I turned around to look where he was, I saw him standing right behind me. “Whoa, are you an athlete?” I asked as I bumped into him. “What were you saying.” He said and held my wrist tightly. “Sir, I was... saying... have a safe trip. I might’ve wasted your time.” I said laughing nervously and tried to free myself from his grip but he had no intention to let me go. “This is definitely not known as paraphrasing, you literally changed the whole sentence, huh!” he said and pushed me towards the tree.

Turn around" she mumbled, analysing the ointment in her hand. " Huh " Rishi raises both his eyebrows out of confusion. " You heard me right, turn around. I need to apply ointment on your wound to cure it." Anbu specified while lelelele something stuck inside his heart when she said she needs to cure his wound. At that moment Rishi felt like he found the cure for his already broken heart. It's her. She truly looked like the one for him. She re of what she just said in a flow. Thus she meant curing his physical wound, but what he understood is all that matters here. Perhaps she is the one who will fix the broken pieces of his heart.

Scrawny arms folded over his chest. His chest puffed out as if he was trying to intimidate me, but all it did was make me think he was adorable. Even if he had assisted in kidnapping me or just keeping me here, I couldn’t blame him for following orders. Most turned wolves were susceptible to the orders they received from those who turned them.

Welcome back for my previous readers, and for those who are new to my stories. This book is the fourth book in my Twist of Fate Series: - The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate? Delilah can't wait for her boyfriend to turn seventeen, for him to meet his Alpha wolf and be able to finally sense his fated mate. She's long since been predicted as his fated mate and they make the perfect couple, surely fate couldn't take an unexpected twist and take Delilah on a painful path she didn't expect?

She floats like an angel, grinning at me huge, clearly excited to have made the difficult climb. I wave to her, my stomach twisted into a knot.

“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.”

Suddenly it explode in my face and its glistening glittery ashes-like parts reformed into a wand. "Woww..."I opened my palm and it rested on it slowly. As it touched my palm, I felt its pleasing coldness and smooth texture was amazing. I held it with both of my hands and checked every inch of my wand. It was fully detailed and elegant. It was Royal Blue twelve inches stick and a snowflake at the holder part where my thumb should settle. "Not bad," If I was not problematic and down, I would be jumping and bragging about how beautiful it was. I would keep saying how amazing it is. If the situation was just different. But at least, it left my mood up and brought me the courage to continue today

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.