Twisted Falls Novels & Stories

The sky hung low with a dusky orange glow as Ronnie and I sprinted toward the rusted barrels near the fence. The cheers behind us rose like a wave, feeding the chaos that buzzed through my blood. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t stop. We unscrewed the caps, tilted the canisters, and started pouring gasoline into the air—recklessly, wildly. Like it was a kind of prayer. Or a dare. The fumes wrapped around us, sharp and dizzying. My throat burned. My eyes watered. But still, we kept going.

When the time comes for the separation, I kiss her cheeks and let her go. I fall apart as soon as I sit in the car. I cry silently all the way home. Brian doesn’t speak a word, just keeps his hands on mine and eyes on the roads. Occasionally, I hear sighs from his side, but I don’t look at him. The scene of my windrows changed quickly, too hastily, just as time fleet when Hazel was here a minute before. I run into the bathroom, open the shower, and fall on the ground. This farewell with Hazel feels as if something is gone from my body, as if a part just went missing without warning, and I can’t give a positive response to this evaluation.

This is someone she loved so much. Ava and Britney explained everything to Danielle. Danielle fell to her feet She was weak, she felt numbness from her head to toe, she couldn't even find her voice. She kept staring at nothing. Britney was scared that she might lose it. She got close to her, made her sit up while wiping the tears from her eyes, "I'm sorry" she said crying too.

How I always valued her. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t see Tiffany stroll into my office. No knock or introduction. She walks so confidently towards me and around my desk and stood in front of me. I looked at her with pure disgust. She drops to her knees and her hands grabbing onto my thighs. Trying to run her hands up to my shaft, and it tries to go to my belt. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and yank her up and I stood tall. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” Pyro lacing my voice. Tiffany starts to shake terrified.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

“Name him for the stair he is not dying on.” Another wave took Sophia so completely she could not hear them. The grind became a ring of fire, stretching, splitting, a pressure so public she would have killed for a wall that was only hers. She pushed because the body had stopped offering other verbs. Aurora’s hands were iron on her, voice low, counting nothing useful, only remaining. Raven fired once in the corridor. Someone fell. The hinge held.

Inside the room, a loud crash echoed as Adrian swept everything off his desk in a fit of blind fury. ​ He sat behind his monitors, his breathing was heavy, and began to scan the security footage. ~​Dawson Mansion ​Dawson walked into the garden to find Woo Jin waiting. ​"I never thought we’d be having a discussion again," Woo Jin said, his legs crossed casually. ​"Me neither," Dawson replied, taking a seat. ​"What is this about?" ​"You want to bring Moretti down, don't you?" ​Woo Jin’s eyes narrowed. "Why are you suddenly interested? You dismissed the idea before. Why the change of heart?"

As they got in line to get on 'The Twister', a roller coaster that had several corkscrew twists and had their feet dangle in mid-air, Dillon continued to tell him about it. "See how there's two of the same loop? It's 'cause first, it takes you backwards slowly and drops you forward. Then when you get to the end of the track, it takes you forward slowly and drops you backwards- it's crazy dude, it's the best coaster. It has some of everything for everyone: upside-down loops, turns, height, corkscrews; speed, intensity, shit! It's awesome," he said as the line moved forward pretty quickly. "It's best to do it at night 'cause the coaster is all lit up and it looks better. Better view of the boa

Eleanor's eyes locked onto Lucas, tears spilling with rapid velocity as she struggled to stand right, her head throbbing and her body felt weak. But none of that matters because she had to find her sons "What do you mean the twins are missing?" he asked her, his voice laced with confusion. As she watched him drop the fry pan he was holding, gently removing his apron and gesturing for the maids in the kitchen to exit “And why are you up and about”

As her blood dropped on the ground, it vanished, and off they went, into a never-ending fall. The twins, Anastasia, and Z, for the sake of compliance, screamed as the gravity pulled them down, down, down to the seemingly bottomless tunnel. By the time they’re acquainted with the ground, Sloane’s eardrums were numbed by the blending screams and pounding of the air. She glared at the four Wielders that were on all fours, wishing nothing but to inflict them a pain they would remember for the rest of their lives.