Twisted Hate Audiobook Novels & Stories

I shut my eyes. The feeling that rushed through me wasn’t one I could control. His touch did that. Still. After everything. And that made me hate myself a little. But then the memory of his voice came back to me. You disgust me. You and your pathetic games. I remembered the way he stood by his mother and let her words sink deep into me like I was worthless. Like I had no voice. I pulled away from him. Turned to face him. His eyes held something softer than before but I wasn’t moved.

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Somehow I can’t stop thinking of going back… But I can’t, I’m doing him a favor remember… ‘Little miss goodie two shoes’ I smile as I hear a very familiar sassy voice in my head “And what’s wrong with being good” I mumble what I always tell her back. I know I can’t hate anyone…but surely ever since I knew the word hate then I’ve always hated one single person.. Abdul Sabri.. He took away something so precious to me…even before I could have it… my brother. Well, my name is Isqaar. No don’t try to pronounce it, If you care much just call me Issy... I got used to that since no-one ever pronounces my name correctly,..

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

As she leaned on his door on the driver's side, he motioned to her to get in and she hesitated for a few seconds before getting in. "What would you prefer?" he blurted out, glancing at her long, lean thighs. She had changed from her office work clothes and wore a brown pleated skirt that hung on her mid-thigh and a flowery printed vest and white sneakers. He would be crossing boundaries and lowering his chances of having a meaningful conversation with her if he proceeded to touch her. He did not want to lower his chances of getting through to her. "Can we drive around town while we talk or would you prefer we sit in at a restaurant and have a few drinks?" he asked. Driving around town would

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

His voice alone is enough to make me cum, and I can feel my cock throbbing in response to the maddened grip he has on my hair. "I love it when you call my name, straight boy," I purr, brushing my nose against his. Rhys' expression turns serious, and he pushes my head back, his eyes searching mine. I feel a pang of discomfort, sensing that he's seeking a definition for what's happening between us. I'm not ready for that. But then, Rhys' luscious lips part again, and he asks, his voice low and intense, "Who am I to you?" My chest heaves as I struggle to find the right words. My heart racing, I blurt out the truth. "The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted

His jaw clenches, and his eyes flutter closed when he draws a deep breath in. “You smell intoxicating, you know that Pride?” He sighs, a groan easing out of his full lips. “And you’re strong. Stronger than Quinn and everyone else. I felt it at the bonfire, and I feel it now. It’s funny… Alpha Thane was stomping my hand into the mud, but all I could think about was leaning you up against that building and taking you.” He laughs, but I’m disgusted. How he says these things, casually and without a single care in the world… Stirring in my gut is the most potent, most powerful feeling of hatred I’ve ever experienced.

"Tell me how you found me. Tell me who the hell you really are before I scream this entire building down!" "You won't scream," he murmured, his deep, gravelly baritone dropping into a dangerous, dark vibration that made my knees trace a path toward water. He leaned in until the suffocating, heavy scent of rich bourbon and smoky tobacco completely wrapped around my senses. "Because we both know you didn't come to a sex club to talk, wildcat. You came here to get exactly what your body has been begging for all week." "You're a delusional, arrogant asshole—"