Twisted Loyalties Novels & Stories

he snapped Oh. His work “Tell me Isqaar” he almost shouted that I flinched… “I was just trying to help” I chocked “How so?” he asked Was he really confused at this? I thought he wanted freedom. “I was a burden.” I said quietly He chuckled mockingly “you don’t even have a right to disappear” He emphasized each and every word. With so much venom, authority and hate? I couldn’t fathom. I felt a tear drop that I didn’t know I was holding…

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

Eric feeling guilty at what had transpired between him and Sandra divided he would wait for her response to the letter he had written to her, the contents which read as follows: "My dearest Sandra, I'm so sorry for what transpired between us. I enjoyed every bit of the time we spent together. Please believe me when I say I did not take advantage of you. I want to spend more time with you and get to know you better. I will not enforce myself on you as a sign of respect. Please let me know what you decide. I love you already"

Just him. Most of us are bad. Most of us are corrupted. That’s what this manor and our father did to people. They twisted loyalty into chains, love into weapons, and innocence into something fragile enough to shatter. But strangely, the darkness had never touched Ramsey. Or River. They remained untouched, like two candles burning in a storm. And I was grateful for it every single damn day. I’d burn the whole world down before I let Reginald claw his way into their light.

Claire’s heart twisted painfully. Stay? Leave? Could she trust him? Could she trust herself? The choice loomed before her, vast and terrifying. But for now, she only leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to hope. Even if it was dangerous. Even if it was foolish. Because sometimes, hope was all you had left. ---

He prowled like a caged predator, his frustration and anger radiating in waves that rippled through the gathered wolves, making their discomfort painfully evident. Elder Elric, who had been a steadfast supporter of Elric, now stood at a precarious crossroads. The weight of his loyalty began to haunt him, questions gnawing at his conscience like a relentless wolf. “To what end is my loyalty? Am I truly doing what's right? Does Alpha Caden see me as essential, or just as a tool to wield at his convenience?” The thoughts consumed him, the memory of Elder Thorne’s fate a constant specter in his mind, relentless and tormenting.

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 deep beneath the city, in the place where memory is made and history is unmade, the old oaths trembled. Because some blades never dull. Some wolves never stop watching. And some loyalties, once sworn, last beyond the end of queens and the fall of kings. The wolf had returned. And the world would never sleep quietly again

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

His gaze swept over me, sharp and precise, cataloging my failings, my distractions, the betrayal that had already begun to poison the empire we all had built. “Adrian,” he began, his voice calm but lethal, “I need you to understand something clearly. Loyalty isn’t measured by words. It is measured by actions, by decisions, by the consequences you allow to unfold. And yours…” He paused, letting the weight of his judgment settle over me, “…are unacceptable.”