Twisted Metal Novels & Stories

He is executing it. My phone rings at the same time. “Hello.” I pick up the phone without looking at it. My mind is too busy with everything. “You lose one of your million-dollar babies, McCoy. I feel bad for you now. I think tears are falling from my eyes. God, McCoy, you are turning me into a softy.” I clutch my teeth together and tightly hold my fist. “Everyone says you are the contemporary Midas. So what happened to your hand? Did it lose its enchantment? Or did you lose your dick after marriage?” He laughs loudly.

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

"I made the decision to spend some time out of town. to clear my head, as you know. That evening I visited a bar. Though it was not my regular scene, I wanted to briefly forget everything. Isabella leaned forward, her interest aroused. "Go on." Flash back The packed dimly lit bar had the murmur of chatter merging with the bass-heavy music. Sharon sat at the counter sipping her drink; the weight of her recent heartbreak hurt her heart. From next to her, a deep voice questioned, "Rough day?" She turned to find a man with a confident smile and sharp blue eyes. He was naturally handsome. his well-fitting suit suggested authority and riches.

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

he whispered, low and smooth. "I feel dangerous," she breathed back, the thrill coursing through her. "Good. Keep that feeling." Mid-spin, Alessia caught sight of a masked figure slipping through a staff door — a crescent tattoo peeking from behind his ear. Her heart raced. "Nik. It’s the Serpent. Back room." He nodded once, his demeanor shifting. "Act casual." They glided to the side of the crowd and slipped out the door. The music faded, replaced by the sound of their footsteps in a dim corridor. The walls narrowed, and the shadows deepened. The back rooms smelled of metal and antiseptic — cold and secretive.

But I clenched my fist tightly. Just what was this place? I was sure they weren't my real parents, but they wore my parents' faces. Everything was so twisted and bizarre. What was I supposed to do? At dinner, I found a finger on my plate, a shiny platinum ring wrapped around it, strangely familiar. Cold sweat ran down my back when I saw the human finger appearing on the dinner table. I set the finger aside and forced myself to eat the pasta as I tried not to throw up, one small bite at a time. But with every mouthful, I could feel my stomach churning.

And then — at a depth that should not have been accessible given the dimensions of the alcove — her fingers found something that was not stone. Metal. Cold in the way of something that had been cold for a very long time and was accustomed to it. The shape of a shaft. Her fingers closed around it. The light that came was not silver-blue. It was silver — pure, absolute, the specific color of something that had been made by a deity from their own substance and had been waiting in the dark for the right hands to find it. The girl in her arms blazed. Thomas's hand in hers blazed — the twins' frequency through the bond, the connection they had established, providing exactly the anchor he had said

He threatened. "You won't get a single thing from me." He yelled and Mr Dawson's expression darkened as Woo Jin turned and stormed out of the mansion. The loud slam of the door echoed through the room but Mr Dawson just sat there in silence. Then suddenly, he grabbed the glass on the table and smashed it against the floor, the sound shattered through the room, his breathing became heavier. "That bastard" he muttered, his fists clenched tighter but not at Woo Jin. At Adrian. He picked up his phone with shaking hands and dialed a number, the call was answered almost immediately and Mr Dawson's eyes turned dark.

My voice sounds small and broken, but saying it out loud makes my pussy throb again. He smiles, pleased. “Good girl.” He rises and pulls me by the hair to a new spot. A low metal frame with rings at each corner. He locks my wrists and ankles to the rings so I’m on all fours, back arched, ass up high like an animal. The position makes me feel even more exposed.

"Its value in the market will increase even more, Ares. Stellar is already very different from Encanto. What if they make an offer that we can't refuse?" One by one, Ares shot the ten people in front of him now with a cold stare. It has the largest market sales under Encanto Diamonds. It is one of the vital companies under the Grant Organization. It is a Mining and Jewelry company, and Encanto aphrodisiac is an underground business. "What offer can they give in exchange for your life in my hands?" He answered coldly.