Twisted Emotions Pdf

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

I'm my brother's walking blood bank. Mom and Dad keep forcing me to go for blood transfusions to the point that I don't even weigh 80 pounds. Later, my brother's kidney fails. Mom and Dad want to gouge mine out to be transplanted into his body. At the peak of my despair, the thief who sneaks in from the ventilation hood secretly carries me out and helps me escape. He says, "I'm here for you. Don't be scared."

My friend, George, and I are both knocked unconscious by a basketball. When I wake up, I suddenly hear my late mother's voice. "Tam, don’t let George fool you again. He loves pretending to have amnesia just to toy with you and please Ariana Rogers." I freeze and look at George, who has just woken up. I hear him ask, "Who are you?" My mom goes on, "In your past life, he ruined you. You gave him a good life and everything you have, but he killed you just to be with Ariana. "Listen, your dad is about to ask you to choose a boy to be your brother. Don't pick George. Choose the boy from the Muller family. Even though he never smiles or gives you the time of day. He quietly carries your bottle for you during training every time." Before I can process it, my dad walks toward me and holds out several photos of boys. He says, "Tam, they are all children of soldiers who sacrificed for our country. I plan to adopt one to be your brother. You choose. From now on, we will be a family." This time, I do not hesitate. I point straight at Clyde Muller. "I'll listen to Mom and choose him."

how far will she go to reclaim her life? Even the devil was once an angel, and sometimes salvation comes from the darkest places. A haunting journey of loss, resilience, and the ultimate price of redemption.

Shen, a daughter of a vampire hunter, strong and independent. She used to live an isolated life to hide from their enemies, the vampires. But during her birthday, an unexpected event happened in her life. They were attacked by their enemies, she died and resurrected as a mate of a vampire prince. How can she survive her life as his mate when she discovers that her father murdered her mate's mother? How long she will endure the pain of being his unwanted mate? *** Language: Tagalog-English Genre: Vampire-Fantasy-Romance Mature| Not suitable for young audiences.

Alicia, a girl from New York, embarks on a journey to Colombia, thinking that she got her dream job not knowing that fate had other plans for her. Dive into this twisted story if you love plot twists.

Two billionaire brothers. One irresistible challenge. The Onyx brothers are used to getting anything, and anyone they want. And their favourite way of passing away time is playing a twisted game. A dangerous twisted game where they choose a woman, seduce her with luxury and charm, and see which brother she falls for first. But Mia isn’t like the others. What begins as a game becomes an obsession and slowly turns into something terrifyingly real. And for the first time in their lives, the brothers aren’t just trying to win a game. They’re losing themselves to a woman who might have awakened something in them and might just be too difficult to play. And Mia? She’s ready to prove she’s nobody’s prize and her heart is not out to be played.

Why do we covet the forbidden? When most of their lives are lived by the rule book of vampires, breaking some rules is a way to taste freedom for the rebellious and fearless Lilianna Arioch, especially when she meets the alpha werewolf and an heir to the kingdom of Lysidamus-Grimoire Azriel Langston-and falls in love with him. However, Lilianna's adventure does not end with her falling in love with the forbidden, especially because Grimoire is not interested in her. In the ages where vampires and werewolves are forbidden to have any romantic relationship, will Lilianna fight for her right to love who she wants to, even if it means fighting alone and turning her back on everyone? Will she finally get the love she never had? Witness the story of how an undying love burns amidst war, betrayals, pain, opposition and rejection.

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?

My mother despised me because I was the unintended consequence of a one-night stand. She poured all her love and attention into her students, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. One day, when her favourite pupil confessed his feelings for me, she flew into a rage. She slapped me hard across the face and called me a whore. Years later, as Alzheimer's clouded her mind, she forgot I even existed, yet still remembered every single one of her precious students. The irony was that not one of them ever came to visit her in the nursing home. They all loathed her just as much as I did.