Twisted Emotions Novels & Stories

"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.

Elhias said, turning with cup in hand and pointing to the flower pots behind Taryn, which had begun to shake causing a constant rattling. Taryn looked at him grim feeling her cheeks pulsing, as if inside them the blood pulsed and boiled. "Uncontrolled emotionality can be a double-edged sword," Elhiàs said quietly, leaning his back on the wooden cabinet and crossing his arms to his chest. Taryn kept her gaze fixed on him, as she continued to tap her nails on the wood feeling the blood pulsing intensely around her eyes. "But look at yourself!" exclaimed Elhias, almost proudly.

They sighed, and Mandy stepped back, leaving only Ember to explain what it all meant. ‘The thing is, there is always a duplicate of a witch. Some duplicates are not greedy and rarely cause havoc. They only show up when needed. But a few others, like you, have troublesome duplicates. The scholars call them doppelgänger. They will stop at nothing to make your life miserable.” Ember explained. Clarissa gasped in shock. She didn’t want her life to be miserable. She was only trying to live her life these days, and she had never hurt someone intentionally before. So, why should she have a duplicate that would frustrate her very existence?

"It's been too long." She was hit by a wave of conflicting emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. Frustration, fear, longing, and duty all swirled together inside her, creating a turbulent whirlpool of feelings. The frustration was a hot, seething mass that burned in her chest, fueled by the distress of making a deal with a demon prince. It threatened to burst forth at any moment, like a volcano erupting with molten lava.

“That’s right. Twisted love is the only love you need now.” Sarah cried softly in her chains, but I barely noticed. The echo inside me had become pure twisted pleasure. Every thrust, every whisper, every jealous spark made me wetter. Damien pulled me close in the middle of another round and whispered, “I love owning your shattered pieces. You’re my perfect broken girl.” I came again from his words alone, my body convulsing. “Thank you for breaking me,” I moaned back.

The strange thing was, he couldn't stop thinking about that night. It drove him crazy. He had been with many women before his wife, Ava, had left him. But after Ava, he had sworn off relationships. He had buried himself in work for five years, never once tempted by any woman. Until Emilia walked into that bar. What was it about her? She wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She wasn't the most glamorous or the most charming. But there was something about her. Something in her sad eyes and her stubborn chin and the way she refused to back down from him.

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

“Good. I need you.” “I know.” The pulse flickered again. This time it was not just weak. It was chaotic. I could feel waves of emotion rushing through the system from the mortal world. Love. Fear. Anger. Doubt. All mixed together. “The Architect destabilized their emotions,” I said quietly. “He didn’t erase their memories. He twisted what they felt.” Kieran took a long pause before answering. “That is worse.” “Yes.” “Because love can turn into fear.” “And faith can turn into doubt.”