Twisted Metal Novels & Stories

That's cool cause at least, I would be able to take a cab back home. I looked at the building in front of me. It does not look like a typical expensive company in any way. It looked like an abandoned one. It's not even painted. I sighed. At least, I have to try it out. I walked towards the metal door and pushed it open. It opened with a creaking noise and I won't lie, I got scared a little. I walked further down the hallway and a man in a white shirt and black trousers suddenly appeared in front of me. I jumped back a little and shrieked.

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.

“What more do you want from me.” “What I want..”, Brian said with a smile. “ Is to buy one of your guns.” Drake raised his eyebrows in curiosity, where was this man going with this. “And shoot you in the face. Just like those terrorists did to my nephew.” “Because I’m trash?” Drake offered. “Scum.” Brian spat. At that moment the audience burst out in cheers at how Brian had put Drake in his place. “That’s all for tonight, folks.” Brian said warmly to his audience both home and abroad.

They're notorious for their ability to manipulate metal, to bend it to their will as easily as breathing. A puff of icy breath ghosts across the nape of my neck, raising goosebumps on my sweat-slicked skin. I go rigid, every muscle locking up as pure, undiluted terror floods my veins. The torture is about to begin. I can feel it in the marrow of my bones, a certainty as cold and unyielding as the metal encircling my wrists.

Her mind raced with memories she thought she had long buried. Marcus's laughter was a cold, sly sound. "You'll never be free from me, Elle. I know all your damn secrets, and I'll use them to drag you back down into the darkness with me." He pulled her hair, his grip tight, and she winced in pain. "Do you understand me?" As she tried to free herself, Marcus felt her trembling in his grip. Her hands shook, and her eyes teared up. "Now come with me," he growled, pulling her with a strong force. Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back.

She stands up from the bed, glaring at Lauren. Lauren knew what was coming for her, so she shifted back a little bit. “Don't you dare move,” Melissa mumbled. She stretched her body and held Lauren's hair. Lauren yelps in pain, and Melissa tightens her grip on her hair. “I am sorry, I won't do it again,” Lauren pleaded. Melissa chuckled and let go of her hair. She wanted to cause more pain to Lauren but she changed her mind trying not to ruin the nails she had done the previous day.

I was nothing but a toy between them—Damon using my mouth, Sterling finger-fucking me ruthlessly, my body betraying me with every gush of wetness. Damon pulled free, strings of spit connecting us. He slapped his cock against my cheek, laughing. “She’s a fucking mess already.” Sterling withdrew his fingers, shoving them between my lips. “Clean them.” I sucked greedily, moaning at the taste of myself. Sterling’s eyes darkened. “Bend her over.” Damon flipped me, pressing my chest flat against the desk, my ass in the air. Sterling moved behind me, unzipping his pants.

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

Adriano says jerking me from my thoughts. "Truce" I agree, lying to his face. Smiling, I offer him my hand. Sorry Babe I think as I help him up from the floor, I made a deal with the devil and it's your soul that he wants.................. [Song: Black widow - Iggy Azalea feat. Rita Ora]

he had in hush tones while standing three feet away from me, and broke eye contact with me and slowly looked down at my left foot that was close to a small shrub. my boot was ever so slightly touching the very thin wire, my eyes quickly followed the wire until my eyes met a tranq dart just waiting to be triggered, and right above my head was a net. i slowly backed up until my back met bodaway’s palm. he brought that hand to my shoulder and squeezed it. “we need to talk, but not here.” “Not safe.” - “are you still going to fuss and worry over me when the twins come, or are you going to forget about me?” she was holding up paint samples and closing one eye, furthering her imagination of what t