Twisted Loyalties Novelas e Histórias

“Did you really think someone like Jason would love someone like you? You're boring. You're plain. The only good thing about you was your money.” “That's enough, Mirabel,” Jason said, but there was no anger in his voice. He turned back to Emilia. “Look, let's not make this difficult. Sign the divorce papers, and let's get this over with.” She looked at Mirabel, her best friend. The person she had told all her secrets to. The person she had cried with when her parents died. “How could you?” Emilia asked. “I trusted you.” Mirabel shrugged. “That was your mistake, not mine. Trust is for fools, Emilia. And you were the biggest fool of all.”

It was freezing down here, smelling of damp earth and old wine, but the cold was the least of my worries. Victor began to pace. He walked in a slow, deliberate circle around us, the shotgun resting easily in the crook of his arm. He looked like a professor about to give a lecture, totally at ease, while we sat there like prisoners waiting for the executioner. "Loyalty," Victor began, tapping the side of his head. "It’s a funny thing, isn't it? People think it’s something you earn. They think it’s about love or respect. But they’re wrong. Loyalty is about understanding where the power lies. It’s about knowing which hand feeds you and which hand can crush you."

It wasn’t like I was blind to how this world worked—alliances, deals, people only being useful as long as they served a purpose. Loyalty in their world was currency, and I wasn’t sure where I stood. Would Costellos return my loyalty with their own? These people… the way they operated, the way they protected each other, it was unsettling. Their loyalty wasn’t just talk. It wasn’t just blood, either. It was something else, something deeper. They had this code—twisted, sure, but unbreakable. Family meant everything to them, even if you weren’t born into it. I’d never seen anything like it. Hell, I’d never even felt it.

Lucian and these wolves were more alike than either would admit: both believed loyalty was something you extracted, not something you earned. Lucian stepped forward slightly, voice smooth. “Fine. You want results. You want a kingdom shaken. I want revenge,” His gaze slid toward Toren. “And so does this one.” Toren’s fists clenched. “I want them to pay.” Lucian’s mouth curved. “Then come with me.” Toren hesitated only a heartbeat, then moved toward Lucian like gravity had shifted. Veronica’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t miss the way Toren’s loyalty was already being tugged in two directions, how easily Lucian’s voice had hooked into his anger.

he said. “Yes,” I whispered. “And we’re still standing.” But the night had shown me something crucial: Loyalty wasn’t just about obeying instructions. Trust wasn’t just about believing in intentions. Both could be weaponised. Manipulated. Tested. And we had survived. Together. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “They underestimated the strength of loyalty and truth.” I typed back: “We protect both. Always.” Three dots appeared. The storm had broken. The war was far from over.

“I can’t wrap my head around the fact that you gave it up so easily,” Alexander went on, stepping closer and closer, his voice dropping the more he spoke. “Around the fact that you have no loyalty.” “Loyalty?” I asked in a whisper, my eyes narrowed. “Loyalty to the man that cheated? The man I divorced?"

You are a good-no, great liar. "But I have accepted you to my pack. I have said what I have said. You shaded my trust in you, Timor. I need you, I need all of you for this pack. Don't make me beg for your loyalty and truthfulness. Please! We all were rouges, exiled, and packless, this is our chance to have a family or pack that we can call our own. This may be built for revenge, but this was still built for the home of packless werewolves like us. I myself was a rouge! We all knew how it feels to have no one on your back to offer a hand if you ever fall. We need it or not, we deserve such. Do not lie to me, I can smell that no matter how good you cover it."

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....

"However, it occurs to me that for you to truly lead this company into a prosperous new era...you must leave behind any lingering attachments to your old life." A crease formed between James's brows as he regarded his father-in-law warily. "I'm afraid I don't understand your meaning." "Come now, James," Donald chided with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You're a bright young man - I'm sure you can read between the lines. You are the CEO of one of the most powerful corporations in the world now. Certain...indiscretions and divided loyalties that may have been permissible before are no longer acceptable. Not if you wish to retain my trust and respect."

Nothing! "I love you, Isabella," Sharon said desperately. "You are my only sister. I never meant to treat you badly. Isabella laughed loudly, sarcastically repeating what Sharon had just said. "You love me," her voice was full of contempt. "If you did, you would have left my life as soon as you learnt who Davis was. But you had to keep your secret, so look where we are now." Sharon replied, her hands shaking. "Please, Isabella; do not let this destroy us. I will do all it takes to make things right. Tell me exactly what you need from me.