Twisted Love Series Order Novels & Stories

I shook my head, trying to prepare myself for what i signed up for- A contract marriage. We walked out of the alley into the streets. Alex guided me by the elbow in a way that would have enraged me had I not been so tired. Instead I let him. The drive back to Alex was silent except for the tires on wet pavement. Alex did not offer small talk, and I did not ask for it. I thought of our discussion when we finally get home.Thinking back at his words-What is love? What exactly is love to him? I was woken up with a calm tap from Alex. I looked around, we were finally at his place.

“Just feel.” The world outside faded. The quiet house, the unanswered calls, the secrets waiting in the shadows — all of it disappeared as they surrendered to each other. For that night, they were no longer step-siblings bound by duty and circumstance. They were two souls colliding, rediscovering a passion that had been buried but never forgotten. Andres’s memories remained incomplete, but his body remembered, his heart remembered. And Ainara, trembling yet resolute, gave in to the love she had tried so hard to deny.

“You belong to me now, Claire. And if you even think of running again... I promise you, there will be nowhere you can hide. No one you can trust. Not even him.” Each word felt like a brand against her skin. He stepped back finally, studying her with a smirk, like a spider admiring a struggling fly. “And sweetheart...” Mason added, voice a mockery of affection, “you have no idea just how big my web really is.” With a final wink, he turned and strolled out of the room — leaving the door wide open behind him. Claire collapsed against the desk, her knees buckling under her. The flash drive burned against her skin, heavy in her pocket.

It was confusing and overwhelming, and it tore at me from the inside out. “Kurtis,” I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling. “Please, don’t do this. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you.” He froze at my words, his grip on my wrists loosening just a fraction. For a moment, his eyes met mine, and I saw the conflict there, the war between his anger and the feelings he couldn’t just turn off. But then he shook his head as if trying to rid himself of whatever was holding him back. “Love?” he scoffed, though his voice wavered. “You don’t get to say that to me.”

I sit opposite him, glaring at him. “I will never be your wife, Damien.” His gaze intensifies. “Have I ever told you that I love how you call my name?” “This will be the last time you will ever hear it?” He winks and I cringe. What the fuck is wrong with him? What happened to the Damien I knew? I turn away from him, hoping upon all hope that the ride should come to an end. His car smells like him and I don't want to inhale his smoky spicy scent any longer. Infact, I don't want him near me.

I inquired with a frown hanging on my face. "Lie? I thought you were the one that came saying that you saw me going to the stream which I did and you liked me." She returned quickly with a worried Look on her face. She wasn't the one that I had fallen in love with that day, I had always felt it. It was all a deception. "What's happening here?" Sharon inquired quickly with a confused look on her face. Then, I began to perceive the scent of cologne mixed with ginger. So sweet that I forgot all my anger and sorrows and I continued sniffing the air.

Fuck. As soon as Snow came forward, the lust for this male before me was uncontrollable. ‘You know you want it,’ Snow whispered. Fuck consequence. And the next second, I let go of the sheet, grabbed Dante’s head, and slammed my mouth to his. We kissed like two angry beasts. There was no gentleness. We sucked, bit, and licked each other to satiate the lust. My fingers traced over his soft hair, tugging it hard enough to hurt while biting his lips. My action made him growled in satisfaction. His eyes found mine again. His orbs changed from grey to golden and grey again.

I just stand and smile, it’s time for payback. I step away from the bed, “strip him naked, and cuff him to the bed”, the girls quickly scurry over to the bed, and I hand one of them the cuffs. When he hears that, he tries to move from the bed but he’s too weak to, “stay still my love, you going to enjoy what I have planned, I promise”. I clench my fist, my blood is boiling thinking about the last time I was in the room. I stare at him, long and hard, “girls have fun, make sure he fucks your brains out and don’t stop till you all satisfied”. I stand by the bed, I lean down and whisper in his ear, “It’s only fair I make you feel as helpless as I felt the last time I was in this room”, I lift m

*** Mirabel was the first to wake up but as soon as she discovered she was snuggling with Oliver her heart skipped a bit as her face turned a shade red. 'This is so embarrassing, even though we are married legally but I told him I will be sleeping with my friend what will he think of me when he wakes up and sees me in this position? He definitely will think I sneak in to sleep with him. God, I just wish I could dig a hole to hide from this embarrassing situation.' Calming her nervous heart, Mirabel tried removing Oliver's hands which were hugging her. She thought that it was a mistake which made them end up in such a position, well that is definitely what 'she' thought.

I demanded, which was a foolish thing to ask. “Because I love you, sweetheart, and it kills me staying away from you. I tried to forget you. I tried for a year not to recall your voice, smile, fragrance, you, but I failed. I failed so hard, but I failed. And seeing you with Devin boiled my blood. I can’t stand there and let another man touch you. I have rather torn them apart into two pieces. So tell me, do you want me to go to prison because I murdered one of your love interests?” “Devin is gay.” I laughed.