Twisted Emotions Read Online Novels & Stories

“The kiss that wasn’t mine… the shadows you think you can hide behind…” The wind shifted. The twins’ power surged without warning, their hands igniting in silver and gold light, reacting to Damien’s presence as if sensing the storm he carried within. The very earth beneath them trembled, cracking slightly under the tension of unbridled energy. Elena felt the pull, sharp and impossible, between the two men she could not deny — the promise of protection and devotion from Zephyr, the obsession and claim of Damien. Her body wanted both. Her mind screamed that both were impossible.

"What I mean is I won't let you do this by yourself. Let me handle finding Kaya, and you can take it from there, okay?" I could feel the doubt wash over her skin. I tried to stifle the shudder that ran through me then. Why did it always seem like her emotions ran through my entire body? Reading her was like standing beneath a showerhead. Her emotions were like the water as it ran over me and enveloped every particle of my skin. I felt like I was on fire and cold all at once. How was that sort of sensation even possible for me? For anyone, in fact, how did anyone survive such raw emotions?

And as much as I want to let him chase after her, to explain what happened, I can’t shift in front of humans. I lean against the tail end, still gripping the tailgate, and tilt my head up to the sky, forcing my canines to recede. My eyes itch and water as her emotions roll into and through me like a tidal wave, so bitter I can taste them. Regret, embarrassment, pain, anger, disappointment… each one palpable, each one just as strong as the rest, each one meshing with my own until it is impossible to tell whose emotions are whose.

The neon sign flickered — Java Haven — casting an unsteady glow over the worn-out chairs. Sliding into a booth by the window, I pressed my palms against my face and exhaled. “What the hell just happened?” I muttered under my breath. I left him. Mid-dance. Mid-sentence. I should’ve felt powerful. Like the heroine of my own story — bold, untouchable. But instead, my mind was a mess of dark eyes and rough hands, of lips too close to my ear and a voice too smooth to be safe. I pulled out my phone and texted the only person who could untangle this madness.

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.

Secrets, long buried, began to unravel, revealing a complex web of relationships, motivations, and desires. Thane's determination grew with each page, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he absorbed the words, the emotions, and the revelations. His jaw clenched, his muscles tensed, as he read of Catherine's pain, her struggles, and her ultimate betrayal. River's hand rested on his arm, a gentle touch that seemed to anchor him, to keep him grounded in the face of the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. Together, they read on, their hearts pounding in unison, as they unraveled the mysteries of the past, and forged a path towards justice, healing, and redemption.

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.

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.

It was all so tangled, maddening, and I was drowning in a downpour of emotions I couldn’t contain. “More,” she gasped, her words an intoxicating invitation carrying between the raindrops. “Please, don’t stop.” He looked down at her, an intoxicatingly confident expression settling over him as he obliged, each movement igniting the fire within me further. The sight filled me with frustration, making me want to scream. *Why do you make this so hard?* I thought bitterly, watching him dominate the moment, feeling stripped bare of agency. I hated that the man I was forced to share my life with could hold sway over my emotions and desires, a predator thriving on his ability to manipulate those arou

The touch sent a shiver down her spine, memories flooding back — his hands on her skin, his lips against hers, the nights they had spent tangled together in this very room. She pulled back sharply, her voice shaking. “You’re cruel. Using this place, using our past, to trap me.” “I’m not trapping you,” Andres said, his voice low, steady. “I’m reminding you. Because you keep pretending it was nothing. You keep pretending we were just a mistake. But this place proves you wrong.” Her anger flared again, but beneath it was something she couldn’t deny. “You think you can blackmail me with memories? With feelings I’ve already buried?”