Twisted Falls Novels & Stories

In this kind of situation, we couldn't risk lurking around while he was wounded. I realized we were by the falls and it was too high. I jumped in the water and swam. I went to the bottom of the falls and noticed something spacious. I swam hard and went through the wall of water falling. There was a cave behind the falls. It wasn't too huge but I could work on that. I climbed on and made my hand lightened to see the whole space. I walked farther and realized it was huge enough. I jumped and swam back to him.

groups for practice. Come, see he continued holding her hands and pulling her towards the board. Did not get your full names the last time I saw you". "Sandra Fletcher" she said as he quickly scrolled through the different lists filled with names. Here Sandra said her eyes lighting up as she saw her name. We have practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We are in the same group he said as he pointed to his name on the list. He had earlier on seen his name on the list but was more excited they were in the same group. He smiled naughtily as the thought of them being closer together made him happy. She did not notice and moved past the few blocks then she decided she would go home. Tuesdays and Thu

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

I stumbled. The world tilted. I fell.

Soon enough, she found herself inside as she sat on a stool. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked. “Something strong,” she said. “Something that will make me forget.” The bartender gave her a look of concern but poured her a glass of liquor, which she drank in one gulp. “Another,” she said. And another. And another. The world began to blur. The pain began to fade, just a little. She made a promise to herself right there and then. “I will get everything back,” she whispered. “I will make them pay for what they did.”

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

It was razor-sharp indeed. The man roared and charged at me again, but I stayed calm this time. I had already cut his artery, so he would bleed out soon. All I had to do was keep away from him so that he couldn't drag me down with him. Rain started pouring as he stumbled around the rooftop like a headless chicken, desperate to find me, but he was only losing blood faster. He quickly collapsed, the rain mixing with his blood until the whole rooftop smelled faintly of blood. Or maybe it was just the salty sea breeze.

Trish asked in a small, unsure voice. "Get in," one of the men growled. She shot me a terrified glance before disappearing into the hole. I went down next, dropping into the pungent darkness. There were puddles of water at my feet and the smell made me feel like I couldn't breathe. I realized it was a sewer. My arm was gripped and we were led down for several minutes until we came to the end of the dark tunnel. The man holding Trish kicked the grating away and we climbed out into a dark street.

But it was already too late. The west wing groaned, beams snapping like twigs under a colossal weight. Chandeliers twisted and fell, shattering in a cascade of glass that rained down like lethal confetti. The twins, locked in the throes of their first shift, were the epicenter of an uncontrollable storm, their cries echoing in the collapsing hall. From outside, the earth trembled. The surrounding grounds rattled under the magnitude of their power, birds taking flight in panicked flocks. And then, with a roar that shook even the estate’s ancient stone walls, the west wing collapsed entirely, leaving a gaping crater of dust, rubble, and raw supernatural energy.