Twisted Emotions Novels & Stories

Her words painted a portrait of a woman who had clung to the flickering embers of their love, even as they threatened to fade into darkness. Tiger's hands trembled as he absorbed the weight of his mother's emotions. How could someone who had caused her so much anguish be the recipient of such devotion? His heart ached with a mixture of anger and empathy, torn between his desire to protect his mother and the realization that love could be a complex and bewildering force.

Didn't I go there with the intentions of making things work? 'You fuck up things... That's what you're good at and that's what you've done to our mate! I can't believe you fucked up our only chance to make things right,' Tyler growled, clearly pissed at me. I didn't mean for things to spiral out of control but the moment she started reciting the rejection, I lost it. My emotions were triggered, anger, fear, insecurity that I would never be enough, and hatred flooded my mind. My heart ached as these intense emotions rushed through me at one go.. it felt like a thousand arrows were pierced through it.

We were facing one another, and the concern in his eyes made me abhorred myself for playing such ruses on him. “I am sorry. I am just sensitive these days.” I brushed away the tears and smiled at him. “I guess the hormones were playing a game with me.” “It’s okay.” He kissed my hands. “You are allowed to feel the emotions. I don’t mind at all. I will love you no matter what. Even if you kill a person, I will be on your side to clean the scene, sweetheart.” “You will?”

I sob hard, "I even spoilt our first time Winter, your first time. I'm sorry, Winter." Winter wipes my tears and smiles to me, "I am not sad for losing my first time to you as you are my husband. Only you have the right to touch me now. I've seen how you controlled yourself from touching me to make me feel comfortable. And I'm happy that by venting your anger on me you felt all your frustrations gone, cliche right?" I smile, seeing her. What have I done to deserve this kind-hearted girl? A tear spills from my eyes, thinking that.

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

"She can't delete what she can't define! Be the monster!" I looked at Eryx. I saw the man who had been my mate, my general, and my god-king. I saw the scars I had healed and the ones I had caused. I didn't reach for the sun. I reached for the Friction. I funneled every messy, contradictory, "Too Much" emotion I had ever felt into my own blood. I took the jealousy I felt for Elara, the rage I felt for Jackson, and the terrifying, overwhelming love I felt for the child of the Twelfth Cycle. I didn't try to organize them. I let them be a storm.

But now? Now there was nothing remotely close to happiness inside me. My emotions were a chaotic storm; too many, too big, too tangled. I couldn’t name a single one. I just knew none of them felt good. My throat tightened painfully, like invisible fingers were squeezing around it. My heart kept clenching and unclenching, fighting with itself, fighting with every memory, every wound, every piece of betrayal still lodged under my ribs. I swallowed, hard. And then, because everything felt like it was spinning out of control, the words slipped out before I even fully realized I was saying them.

She studied him, and for a long moment, it seemed like they existed in a world of their own making—just the two of them, a fragile, combustible connection that defied logic, rules, and safety. “You’re…impossible,” he muttered, voice low, husky. “And you’re helpless,” she countered, a soft, dangerous smile. The office suddenly felt too small. Too tight. Too exposed. Every sound became amplified: a passing patient’s cough, the distant hum of the air system, the faint click of a cart. Each noise was a reminder that the consequences of their actions were looming closer with every second. And yet neither of them could stop. Hours later, the tension had shifted. They hadn’t crossed physical bounda

I knew she could probably see my silhouette through the tinted glass, and I desperately wanted to reach out to her. Moments later, one of the guards returned and sat beside me again, and just like that, we were driving off to God knows where. For a while, I just sat there, numb. I wanted to speak, I wanted to ask something, anything but no words came out. Every time I get overwhelmed and anxious, it happens the same way, my emotions get stuck in my throat, and then the crying starts. It began as a quiet sob, but it slowly built up into the kind of cry that leaves your eyes puffy and raw. The kind that drains your energy. Tears streamed down my cheeks like a running tap, and the worst part? I

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.