Twisted Love Age Rating Novels & Stories

excited Elena rushed to the door to see what Rob had gotten for her. She opened the door with excitement which quickly changed to confusion. All she could see was Rob standing in front of her drunk and shirtless "Uhm uncle what did you get for me?" She asked. Rob gave her no response and just stared at her body. uncomfortable with the way he looked at her she tried to close the door but Rob held the door open and forced his way into her room "I want you, Elena, I want you" he said drunkenly. "Elena, Elena... where are you?" she heard Britney call out. "Oh no, that must be aunt, She's back. You need to go please." shivering she sat on the bed as Rob made his way out. "ELENA!!" Britney yelled

She didn’t even know them— or at least, she couldn’t recognize who they were! “She’s only seven years old. She won’t tell. Besides, you made her take the pills, right? She’ll forget what happened to her now after five hours. And that will give me a way to please you, mi amor!” Her anger made her clench her fist. But her face instantly softened as she saw the girl shut her eyes closed while covering her ears, disgusted by the sound she was hearing. She is shaking in terror, even afraid to raise her head to the disgusting humans in her front.

Everywhere was dark. He slowly got up and put on the lights in his bedroom. He walked out of his bedroom and came by the staircase. He saw his parents on their kneels. He found it hard to believe that Wyatt was pointing a gun at them. "Please..... please kill me,Wyatt....Just have mercy on my family... I'm begging you"Tobias pleaded as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Wyatt aimed at his mother, Martha. He pulled the trigger.... It was as if he was watching a movie....

Neither of us spoke. I crossed the room and settled beside him. He brushed my wet hair from my cheek, tracing the small scar near my temple — the first mark I earned for loving him. “You should hate me,” he murmured. I tilted my head, confused. “For what?” “For dragging you into this. For not managing to end it sooner.” I took his wrist, pressing his palm flat against my heart. “You didn’t drag me anywhere,” I replied. “You stood beside me. You kept standing, even when it cost you everything.”

He is crippled. “What? Dad, how can you do this to me?” Melissa screams. “You don't expect me to get married to someone like this,” Melissa said. “Just look at the bright side, darling, the things you will benefit from.” “Dad,” Melissa yelled, and her father kept mute for her. “I am not getting married to a cripple. The proposal is rejected,” Melissa said and walked out in anger. Lauren bit her lips and shook her head. She knows she will never reject such an offer like that.

At that point, Josie began to regret turning down the one-million-dollar reward and decided she would ask for it again as the work she was doing wasn't easy. “Oh, I'm sorry about that. His appetite for these things often overwhelms him; it's nothing to worry about. After all, almost all the men in the city start drinking under the age of fifteen. This is a grown-up man; on this wedding night, he will probably think about all his exes and feel the sadness of all his past relationships. Now, don't worry about him; the bodyguards will get him to his room safely. Come, let me show you to your room,” she said.

"I can't decide what I love more. This filthy mouth or that delicious pussy." "You want me to say something like, 'why decide,' but I'm not going to." "Too late. You already did." He smirks as he pushes me back and pins me down, spreading my legs. I struggle slightly, but we both know it's bullshit. He holds my wrists above my head as my legs wrap around his hips. Slowly, his cock presses against my entrance, and I'm breathing hard, sweat rolling down my body, as he fills me with an agonizing thrust that drives me wild, sending twin spears of bliss and pain through my skin.

“She would never let me forget this. She would bring it up at every family dinner for the rest of my life and set up blind dates.” Emilia bit her lip to keep from laughing. The great Sebastian Cross, CEO of a billion-dollar company, was afraid of his mother. “You can find anyone to do that,” she said, shrugging. “I definitely can, but I'm short of time and…” he hesitated a bit. “We already have a history together. It would be easier to pretend we're in love if there's already some familiarity.” Emilia's face grew hot. She knew exactly what kind of familiarity he was talking about.

I take a small piece of the steak in my mouth, this is heaven, the perfect medium-rare, juicy, perfect piece of meat. “Seriously.” He snaps. He can’t win with me, he needs to know when to give up, I am simply teaching him the lesson. I nod. “A few hours with a bow tie at our wedding or a lifetime with pink, you decide rose.” I smile. “Fine, I will wear the pink.” He growls. “Nobody forces me to do the way you are doing.” “Welcome to my world, rose.” I take a sip of my cocktail. “Also, someone needs to make you soft, looks as if I was the one taking the lead on that.”

With a deep sigh, I brought my freshly rolled joint to my lips, grabbed my lighter with my other hand, and lit it. Inhaling the smoke and exhaling it out. I shook my head. Octavia didn’t like the fact that I was making myself weak with the moon wolfbane. She didn’t like the idea of ‘her’ future mate over medicating with it. My aunt Gigi insisted that I’d quit with the excessive over medicating before I am to marry and mate Octavia. My family, the elders, and Octavia want us to conceive during our bonding ceremony after the wedding. I looked up at the night sky as I took another hit of my joint.