Twisted Love Book Review Novels & Stories

The next day, she wore sunglasses to the grocery store and smiled at the neighbors like nothing happened. That’s when I realized something. Justice wasn’t a given — it was a privilege. And if I ever wanted to protect the people I loved, I couldn’t rely on the law. I had to be the law. That night shaped me. It carved out the person I became — cold, relentless, driven. Passion? Romance? Those were distractions — useless things that only ever led to pain. Until now. Because when Alessandro’s hand had gripped my waist… When his dark gaze had pinned me in place…

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.

Aiden tilted his head and my throat went dry when he said, “Then why did I hear your voice moaning my name when you orgasmed with your fingers inside your pussy?” You can read Twisted Therapist on various online book platforms. This story is about Hayden’s best friend Aiden and his sister Ivy Knight. It has brother’s best friend trope, age gap, mild ddlg theme, very forbidden and a total steamfeast! If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

In every version of my life I could imagine, in every timeline, every world, every possible corner of the universe — it was only ever them. Just them. Fuck. Was I doomed? Because the twins — God — the twins were not in love with me. That much I was certain of. And one-sided love? Turns out it's a completely different beast when it's real. Not dramatic the way books make it. Not bittersweet and poetic. Just... heavy. Like something pressing down on your chest that you can't name and can't shake. I didn't want to be stuck in this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It wrung out my tears, left me hollow, and shattered every dream I’d once clung to. I used to dream of love. Of marrying someone whose eyes would make me forget the world, whose touch would feel like safety, like home. But love didn’t live here. Not with Adrian. He married me for one reason: revenge. To punish me, to keep me bound under his heel. He didn’t even pretend otherwise. The hate was always there—in his voice, his glare, his silence. And the worst part? He never told me why. Why did he hate me so much? Why had I become the target of all this pain?

I had never been kissed so plainly yet with so much emotion. My heart seemed to stop. Time seemed to slow, and when I opened my eyes the thief was gone, only the feeling of mild static on my lips, and the book was where our hands had connected. Torent was a strange town. -------- Hey guys! I just wanted to thankyou for your support! please leave a review if you're enjoying this book!

“I know this will be hard for you, but this is the sacrifice I have to make for the pack’s wellbeing. I know it’s not fair to you.” My jaw dropped. “Of course it’s not fair! How can you just turn it all off? How could you act like you don’t care for me?” I was devastated. I could feel my heart breaking in my chest. “I can’t just turn my feelings for you off but this is different. Once she becomes my mate, it will be only her I love. That’s how this pack magic works.” I had absolutely no choice in this. The choice was made. The plans were set. He was leaving me. He didn’t even look sorry, regretful, or hurt that he was forced to leave me. “Are you going to tell her about us?”

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.

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

And that means everything to me. To every single person who’s read, shared, cried, yelled at my characters (they deserved it), or dropped an encouraging comment, thank you. You are the reason I keep writing. You are the reason this story has a pulse. This book is a mix of heartbreak, chaos, a bit of trauma, and a lot of love, and the fact that it’s found a space in your heart? I’m not crying; you are. We’re just getting started. More twists. More tension. More scenes that’ll make you scream, “I hate him but also… I love him??”