Twisted Love Series Order Novels & Stories

Her face twisting into a heartbeat, shifting for a mask that made her seem like a normal person, to a terrifying display of madness. “He was taking you away! He was making you weak!” She paced the edge of the roof, her movements frantic. “Auriel said I had to remove the infection so you could be mine and the Alpha you were meant to be! You could only be the alpha you were meant to be if you were mine!” she pointed a trembling finger at me. “It couldn't be him! I was made for you, and you were made for me! It was love, Kieran! Pure , sacrificial love!”

The atrium trembled, and the tapestry split, revealing a void—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith—united as a hydra, their voices a scream: “Your love is your weakness!” Threads of deceit lashed out, binding her companions in golden chains, their cries ripping her soul apart. Kade fought, his claws bleeding, his voice a sob of love and betrayal. “I’m real, Jess! Don’t believe it!” Selene’s spells burned, but the chains drained her light, her form fading, her voice a cry of loyalty. Lucas struck, his fists bloody, his screams raw with love, begging her to see him. Bryan’s glow disrupted the threads, but the loom p

Without dwelling much on the thought, she quickly prepared Sebastian's schedule and fell asleep almost immediately after sending it. Sebastian, on the other hand, was still in the office when Emilia's mail popped up, and his anger was rekindled seeing the mail. He had been wearing a frown all day after Emilia's subtle refusal of his proposal. She had insisted she didn't want a monetary reward and wouldn't mention her condition either. As much as he tried not to detest her, he couldn't help it either. Firstly, she had vowed not to share a bed with him again, and now this.

It smelled of mildew, blood, and ash. She flipped through the diary as they descended, matching glyphs with old texts. Finally, she found it. Three overlapping circles. One for memory. One for inheritance. One for choice. Beneath it: THE TRINITY OF VESSELS Yvette read aloud: "When the blood of the vessel, the echo of the mind, and the will of the heart align, he will awaken. Or be undone."—Branwen Hawthorne Cara looked up. “You. Me. Him.”

Jules wagged her finger in the air. Unease crawled down my neck. “Yes, it is. We decided on four phases: sadness, disgust, happiness, and fear.” “There are five phases.” Jules’s hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. “The last is jealousy, or did you forget?” “I never agreed to that!” We were at The Crypt, Thayer’s most popular off-campus bar, for one last hurrah before classes started Monday. Students had started trickling back, and the bar was way more packed than earlier this summer.

Then, he moved down to where she was Alessandro didn’t immediately grab her. No. He made her feel him first. Sienna was still lost in the music, still pressing her body against Daniel’s, when Alessandro stepped in behind her—close, but not touching. At first, she didn’t notice. Then, something changed. The air shifted. The presence behind her became unbearable, suffocating. Sienna stilled. Then—his hands slid onto her waist. Firm. Unyielding. A claim. She gasped, body tensing. “That was fast,” she murmured, thinking Daniel had returned.

“No.” No? Raja’s grip tightened on the phone. His knuckles turned white, his teeth grinding together. “What did you say?” “No,” Zaden repeated without hesitation. “I’m done. You killed Oliver. Twilight is ash. There’s no reason for me to take orders from you anymore. I'm not a member of Twilight anymore just like you. We're basically strangers now." “You’re still breathing because of me,” Raja growled. “You owe me.” “I owe you nothing,” Zaden replied, his voice cold. “I gave you information. It's enough for my life right? I’m not getting dragged into your vendetta.”

Aria felt it in the way the maids moved, whispering behind corners, in the way Alejandro’s guards doubled their shifts without complaint, and in the way Sophia barely left Jace’s side. Inside the master suite, Aria stood alone in front of the mirror, slowly tying her hair back. Her hands trembled slightly. There was a bruise on her wrist, faint but still visible, a reminder of the scuffle at the warehouse. She ran her fingers over it not out of pain, but remembrance. The past few days have changed everything. Love wasn’t a fairytale she’d grown up dreaming about. It was brutal, it was aching, it was the sound of someone gasping your name through bloodied lips and the grip of a hand refusing

She was also not able to understand these strange feelings developing in her heart. Eric Wayden was the one she had always dreamt to be her husband since the day they begin to date each other. He was a perfect boy that every girl would want as their husband. He was well-mannered, smart, handsome, and successful too. There was not a single reason for her to feel what she was feeling at that moment. "Nia!! Nia!!! Where are you girl?" said a voice while opening the door of that room. It brought Nia out of her thoughts and she looked in the direction of the door of her room. She had recognized this voice as she stood up to receive that person.

Good fucking sight. "Please leave." She keeps her gaze on my hand. "See? Love's not this weak, your love would fight through all these feelings you're feeling right now but you give in to me every time and you feel good while doing it." I tell her, she shifts her eyes to me. "I love Tristan." She says again, more to herself though cause I'm calling bullshit. "Sure you do." I slowly retrieve my hand from her thighs, the movement making my blood rush to my dick.