Twisted Emotions Novels & Stories

She lowers onto it with a broken, ecstatic sob, her body linking us all in one writhing, vertical stack of flesh and plant. The merging begins in earnest. It begins as pressure at the base of my skull, then erupts outward. Memories, sensations, and emotions surge through me in a violent rush. Giselle’s desperation becomes indistinguishable from my own. Zayn’s last defenses fracture, his pride melting into raw, instinctive bliss. Javier’s playful curiosity collides with Becky’s uninhibited enthusiasm, all of it spiraling through my mind like the golden fluid coursing through our veins.

That night they called for “Web of Thorns.” The sanctuary torches burned low and menacing. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp, dangerous edge of two bloodlines circling for dominance. Over one hundred bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 61 million viewers.

Twisted lies Selena heard her own voice, but it didn’t sound like hers. It sounded distant. Unsteady. Like it belonged to someone standing outside her body, watching everything fall apart. Adrian didn’t answer immediately. He just looked at her. Not with anger. Not even with frustration. But with something far worse. Disappointment. Selena felt it before she even fully saw it. In the way his shoulders seemed heavier. In the way his gaze didn’t burn—it weighed.

Carolina bit her lip in frustration, though she felt a rush of adrenaline with how close he was. She placed her hand on her racing heart. ​Calm down Carolina, he was just flirting. ​

Ember’s POV I saw Rowan storm off when I was looking out my window. His aura was wildfire—hot, erratic, angry. The kind of anger that came from helplessness. Not fury. Not jealousy. Fear. Something had happened. Something with Aurora. And then I felt it too. A flicker of sorrow that didn’t belong to me. Tangled threads of guilt, confusion, betrayal—and a quiet ache that sat heavy in my bones. Her emotions.Aurora.I didn’t wait for explanations.

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

But he pulled away, and the pain in her chest flared like a wound reopening. The look in his eyes was like nothing she had ever seen before. It wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just confusion. There was a sense of devastation, a gut-wrenching sense of betrayal, that consumed him whole. Her heart ached as she watched him pull away from her, his body going rigid as if he couldn’t bear to accept the truth that Mason had just revealed. Claire’s voice trembled as she reached out, wanting to break through the wall he had built between them.

My eyes fluttered closed and I sighed. “I still don't understand how he could be walking free. How everything could go back to being normal after he did what he did. We loved him,” my depression was slowly paving way to anger and maybe anger was a little bit better than what I was feeling right now. My fist clenched slightly. “He's running my family affairs and finances like everything is normal. He doesn't deserve to be there. He doesn't even deserve to be alive,” I scoffed. “You said you were planning revenge.

I was getting sick and tired of myself, for not being clear about what I wanted regarding him, as I felt that I was having dual responses to him. On the surface were my natural resentment and my fury, and inside, there was a dangerous flow of counter-emotions like arousal, desire, and sexual excitement. Emotions as unfamiliar to me as the unwanted emotions I wanted to have those emotions under firm control but they had no place in my life, no place at all. Neither had that man himself. Everyone was busy, I thought of going away and I slipped into my car and drove to my destination.

But there was no kindness left in his eyes, only hatred and the twisted excitement of someone about to kill. The sky was darkening, and thunder rumbled all around us. I had never seen such fierce winds. The air tasted salty, so I guessed we were on a small island… probably a private one. He yelled as he questioned me, "You… Your sight's back, isn't it!" There was no point pretending now. I barely had any strength left, so I looked him straight in the eye and nodded calmly, "Yes. So, I'm not your daughter anymore, right?"