Twisted Loyalties Novels & Stories

Back when I fought for a cause, for loyalty, for people who never gave a damn about me in the end. The organisation had stripped that out of me. Beaten it out, bullet by bullet, betrayal by betrayal. Until all that was left was a man with steady hands, sharp aim, and no attachments. Louisa never learnt that lesson. She still clung to hope like it was a life raft; Maxwell, Rebel, and the twins. She thought love and loyalty could save her but she's wrong. There's absolutely nothing that can save her now because in this world, love was a knife and loyalty was the hand that pushed it deeper.

he muttered suddenly twirling me around and pulling me back in to his arms again. "Business? Is this the kind of business every American man deals with or is this the kind of business somebody like my father would deal with?" I know it sounded super confusing but he didn't seem to be confused by it, which is all i wanted. "I'm sure you can figure that out on your own, you seem like a clever girl Savanna" He didn't leave me a second to even comprehend his words because as soon as he finished, he took my hand and spun me around, after two twirls he pulled me back in to his arms completely catching me off guard. His hands were now on my back, holding me in place in front of him; I could feel hi

"So I'm the porter now, that's what twenty years of loyalty gets me, fine, I'll be the porter, you two have fun back here—" "We'll have fun," Damien said as he got in the back of the jeep… --- It turns out it's not designed for this, and that is exactly why it works, because there is nowhere to put your elbows and nothing to hold onto, and you end up pressed into a corner of it with your back against the wheel arch and your knees up, and there is something about being folded into a space too small for it that makes the whole thing feel like a secret. Damien shut the front door, reached over and clacked the front locks down, one and then the other, and then turned to look at me like he had ju

But Grandma grabbed his arm and held him still. Then came the poison. Sofia looked at Grandma and said, loud enough for all of us to hear, “Are you really allowing someone who could go so far as to have an affair with his cousin’s wife walk freely in this house?” The room went still. She added more. “That’s the kind of betrayal that tears families apart.” And that was when Grandma lost it. “You are the last person who should talk about loyalty or trust,” she said. “Because of you, look at this family. Fighting. Cold. Torn. You broke it.”

I pointed at Keyu, then back to him, Dax, "this life you’ve built, there’s no loyalty. Only betrayal. Only fear. Only animals foaming at the mouth.” Keyu chuckled darkly and took a step closer. “Feisty. I like it. But I think you misunderstand,” he murmured smoothly. “Loyalty isn’t what you think. It’s about power, sweetness.” He turned to glance at Dax. “And Dax? He’s the one holding all the power now.” A suffocating sense of claustrophobia wrapped around me, choking me. Two men trapping me, one consumed by vengeance, the other driven by whatever twisted desires fueled him. Neither of them cared about me. Neither of them cared about anything except their ambitions.

“Race of werewolf?” “Lycans, by loans they are royals which means they are the king and queen of this kingdom” oh my gush. So that is why I felt something strange towards them. “Cut your tongue?” I remained silent ignoring his question. I just can’t believe what I’ve just heard. “Can’t believe they shielded me here because I am a rogue in this territory” “Then what do you want? Let you die there in the woods? The king and queen aren’t like that so whoever you are they will take care of you” he defended.

I had always had my eye on that blue moon pack and we were only surveying the pack in the disguise that we were searching for a rogue and this time, we were going to have it. A smile hovered on my lips as I thought about sitting down on the throne of that pack with their Alpha as my stool. It would be the most satisfying thing ever and I was not good to spy on any life in the pack, except for slaves and young she wolves only. "Halt." The chief warrior yelled at them and they all bowed before me. " Long live the Alpha of the credit pack." They said with a loud cry. I stared at all of them as the air around me seemed to go slower.

She begins to cry and beg," Please! Let me go! My family is not rich! It's my wedding day, today.... sic.... my... my... groom is waiting for me at the wedding hall. Please!!! Let me go!!! I will give you all the money I have.... but please.... let me go..." The men didn't seem to pay attention to her wailing and took out a syringe from the dashboard. He filled it with a sedative and then, injected it into that girl's body. As she understood what has happened, she being to shout and call for help but nobody came. The driver didn't even try to stop her from shouting and calling for help. He didn't utter a single word. Soon, she lost consciousness and fell into sleep as the Wrangler proceeds t

I said, following closely behind him as he rose from the chair. “We’ll see who ends up worse off,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Tell me!” I grabbed his shirt, turning him around to face me. “I put you inside bed, and lots of things happened,” he whispered softly in my ear. My eyes went wide open as he spoke. I snapped, pushing him backward. “You didn’t touch me! That’s what a psychopath would do. You are more twisted, Nick Leister.” “Hmmm, am I?”

Wanting to disconnect, I pulled out my phone and opened I*******m to mindlessly scroll through my feed. My thumb stopped dead on the screen. A new post stared back at me. It was a photo Ethan had uploaded just an hour ago. He was smiling brightly, his arm wrapped tightly around Clifford. I stared at the image, my chest tightening as the memories of our two-year relationship rushed to the surface. He had constantly refused intimacy under the guise of respect and waiting for marriage. It had all been a lie. I had been completely blind, serving as nothing more than a convenient cover story to hide his reality from his conservative family.