Twisted Loyalties Novels & Stories

'But in this Court, we judge a man by his loyalty to the Crown, not by the stories told in taverns. 'Loyalty is such a flexible word,' Valerius mused. He reached out and picked up a dark red plum from a bowl on the table. He turned it over in his long fingers, then squeezed. The fruit burst, dark juice staining his palm like fresh blood. 'Sometimes, loyalty is just a mask for survival. I wonder, King Thade, if the wolves in your garden are truly tame, or if they are simply waiting for the gardener to fall asleep.' He looked at the Vorns again, a mocking tilt of his head. 'I hear the scent of wet fur is almost impossible to wash out of tapestry. A shame. This room is so very beautiful.'

I say calmly, “is correction.” He laughs once, sharp and humorless. “You always thought you were better than me.” “I think differently from you.” “You’ve wanted my life since we were kids.” I almost correct him. Not his life. Just one part of it. But truth has strategic value only when timed correctly. “You misunderstand motivation,” I say instead. “And you misunderstand loyalty.” The word hangs. Loyalty. Marcus has always defined loyalty as endurance. Staying even when neglected. Remaining even when dismissed. He expected Lydia to wait forever.

It is the specific expression of someone who has just finished the longest sentence of their life and can finally be done with it: something between exhaustion and relief and the particular lightness of a thing that has been set down after too long. "I have been trying to decide," he says slowly, "whether the loyalty was real. Whether what I felt for him was real. Whether I was manipulated into it or whether I chose it and the choice happened to serve his purposes." He looks at his hands. "I think the answer is both. I think the loyalty was real and I think he designed the conditions that produced it and I think those two things can both be true without one canceling the other." "Yes," I say

“Never. He worships them. Especially Dante. He’d die before he betrayed the pack. Lance is crazy, nonchalant and simple but his loyalty is unwavering and it can never be questioned.” I let out a heavy tired sigh, the kind of sigh that carried too many things I didn’t want to name. “Yeah,” I muttered. “Figures.” We kept walking, I didn’t say anything else because what was there to say? The twins were caged by blood and duty. Lance was caged by loyalty. And me? I was caged by a collar, a poison, and four Alphas who thought they could own me. But unlike them…I wasn’t planning to stay caged. Not forever.

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

Thiago mostly. We were sent to take a role as being in high school and it was only supposed to last a couple months. A couple months turned in to a year and here we are, still chasing after Austin and his antics because he's a little snake. To break it down, the schools lover boy Austin Reynolds was part of a rival gang who raped and murdered girls just for not being good at sex. If that wasn't bad enough they also took part in human trafficking with girls as young as 14.

My stomach twisted as I turned to face the man standing at the center of it all. Lorenzo. A man I had fought beside, bled for, trusted without question. He had been a part of our world for years, always there when the bullets flew, when the bodies dropped. And now, he stood before me with a smirk, his gun in hand, but not raised. Not yet. “Why?” The word barely escaped my lips. Lorenzo sighed, tilting his head. “Come on, Elena. You know how this world works. Loyalty is a matter of convenience. And right now? It’s more convenient for me to be on the winning side.”

Sydney smirked, arms crossed like she was already rehearsing her victory. I let my breath out slowly, shaping each word like a blade hidden in silk. “I’ve learned that loyalty is not soft. It isn’t quiet. It isn’t simple. Loyalty is hard. It’s jagged. It asks for pieces of you, and sometimes it takes more than it gives. But when you choose it—when you stay—it defines you.” Nico’s hand squeezed mine where it rested at my side. He was radiant, convinced this was about him, about us. That I was painting him as the man worth staying for.

(THE PROMINENT BOOK) “I AM LOYAL, BUT NOT FAITHFUL, I AM INNOCENT, YET TOO GOOD FOR MY WITS. I MAY LOOK NOBLE AND GENTLE, BUT I AM BEYOND TWISTED. IN THIS WORLD WHERE I DO NOT ORIGINALLY BELONG, I CALL FOR NO ONE, BUT HER. I WANTED NOTHING, BUT HER VERY WORLD, AS I DESIRE FOR HER HEART UNLIKE ANYONE ELSE. I’LL GLADLY PLAY ANY GAME AND TOOK ANY DEAL AS LONG AS I WILL HAVE HER. SO, CAN I SIGN A DEAL?”

"Love? Is there love in betrayal? In abandonment? In manipulation that uses me as a pawn to shake your faith? No. I do not love him. What I want is freedom—to dissolve the bond that ties us together." Mara tilted her head, studying me with cold eyes. "Then swear it here before your own council. Swear you are loyal only to this country. That if the Highest Council grants your bill, you will not falter or change your decision." I pressed my palm flush to the table, steady and unshaken. "I swear it. As long as no hand rises against me, I remain loyal to this land. But if any hand—Alexander's or anyone else's—tries to chain me again, I will not bow. Not to Crescent Moon. Not to him. Not to anyon