Twisted Metal Novels & Stories

That was the reason the song was so loud at this moment. My Bluetooth speaker was busting Shawn Mendes songs to prepare the mushroom sauce for the steak that was in the oven right now. The mash potato was resting on the kitchen counter, the Greek salad, which was Devin’s favorite and necessary for him to consume in his dinner, was also all-ready. The last thing I needed to make was tiramisu, which he requested for dessert for the night.

It was only fair to call him old man. He lept out of his throne before, I could blink and came behind me, holding both my wrists in one hand and tugged them down so I was sitting on my heels. I felt the unmistakable cold metal of a knife against my artery. "Now, confess your sin." I tilted my head up and looked at him incredulously, then narrowed my eyes at him. "I have done no such thing. I haven't committed any sin." I said with false bravado, but one of his hands landed in my hair, twisting the red roots and and arching my head up even further. Now I was really scared.

We load my baby with our stuff. Yes, I call my truck my baby. It's a Dodge Ram 2500 fully loaded, with a 6.7L turbo diesel. I got it with a lift kit fully loaded in Hydro blue. She is my baby and will be until I find my mate. I have a twin, Luca. Neither of us has found our mate yet. It is not from a lack of trying. "We don't have all day, bro; now hurry up, "I hear Luca from the passenger side of the truck. I throw my stuff on the back and jump in the driver's seat. No one drives baby but me.

Behind him were people chasing after him with knives, daggers and sticks “Stop thief…!!.. He kept on…roof by roof, then suddenly, his leg slip. And he begun falling.. “Well this is how I end…I’m so pathetic” he mutters to himself.. But to his surprise. He lands on a smooth surface. Very smooth. That he even sinks . When he gets up.. He is greeted by one of the nastiest glares he has ever get.. And he, Being the biggest asshole, He returns the glare.. “What are you…? A bird?” In front of him stands a cute girl he had to admit..

I changed our position, I was on top of her, I thrusted in her mercilessly, still chocking her. I watched her cry as she begged me to stop hurting her. I was in control, and it turned me on. I finally climaxed. She couldn’t move her legs. Having a threesome with Lia and Jocylene would be a good idea; she has to get better at this. Leaving there, I called for the nurses to come get her. I remembered the call I received. It was from my right-hand man, my closest worker, Torillio; his calling repeatedly aroused my curiosity.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

And most importantly, what did they want with us? "I hope you can swim," the one at my back whose dark mask had red stitching on one cheek said. "Are we going for a swim?" My blonde friend asked. The other one chuckled, "Something like that." With a grimace, red stitching bent and pushed open a hole in the ground covered by a metal lid. The smell that wafted up was rancid. I covered my nose and my eyes watered. "What's in there?" Trish asked in a small, unsure voice.

“Gee Fox? You're just a toy and always will be—” “Gia?” A voice cut through my haze, and I turned to see Bobby, the manager of the club. “Yes, Bobby?” I replied, peeling off my coat to reveal my micro mini skirt that showcased the black thong underneath, knee-high transparent black socks, heels, and a cropped corporate white shirt, complete with a tie to fit tonight's high school theme. “Private room service. Tobias Whitlock,” he said briefly.

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.

Or where she had perceived it before. She yanked at the cuff again—harder this time. The metal clinked loudly against the headboard. But instead of her wrist slipping out a bit like she expected, the iron seemed to have tightened. In her frenzied state, she heard a small click from the door opposite to her. Her heart hammered against her chest and she scampered back, pressing her back against the headboard. Her free arm came instinctively, as if to protect her from whoever was coming.