Twisted Metal Season 2 Novels & Stories

“Zio (uncle) Alessandro!” Two voices — identical, high-pitched, and dripping with mischief — rang out. Alessandro didn’t have to look up. He already knew who it was. The twins. Matteo and Marco. His younger cousins — fifteen years old, chaotic as hell, and a constant thorn in his side. Dressed in matching black hoodies and ripped jeans, their dark curls and mischievous grins were a mirror of each other. “Did we just hear something about an explosion?” Matteo smirked, plopping onto Alessandro’s leather couch.

I pushed my chest into his as i felt his body stiffened with restraint. The hug lasted longer than it should. I pulled away slowly, I watched his eyes darkened as he drank in my appearance, he’s Adam apple moving as she swallowed hard. His eyes landed on my boobs, cleavage on full display,my nipples hard and erected just from his touch, thank goodness I skipped the bra today. He quickly snaps his head away, his eyes locked onto the back of the driver's seat. I take the time to take in his appearance, God he was sexy. The white collar shirt straining from his muscles, the sleeves rolled up just to his elbow exposing his forearm. I want his hand around my neck as I ride his cock hard and fast.

They were making sure the Twins had no idea they were approaching killing silently without guns they surrounded the compound like a deadly shadow. The Twins had dismissed their Security Teams worries saying the Patrols had probably gone out of cell phone distance, and there were hotspots around the area where you could not receive a signal. They told the Security Chief to contact them in a few hours if they still hadn’t heard anything and went back to Tash’s room. She was curled on the floor of her cage shivering her eyes feverish and her lips were turning blue but they were so lust fuelled the Twins did not notice. Dragging her out by her hair she was flung onto the floor again, ‘Now then

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

“I am going to rip you into two pieces. Just come in front of me. I will show you the real Brian McCoy.” “Before that, I will squash you in the mud. You will fall so hard that you will even forget your own name. I will destroy everything you own and touch. Your family will be on the west side of Chicago. You are aware of that side, right? The slum area. You will be there soon with your family. I have my word, buddy.” He cut the call, and I stay still in my sit. “What went wrong?” Owen asks gently. “Why is he all of a sudden after us?”

my heart flutter for this man I swear Before heading out I took a last glance at my brother. finding him already looking "Thank you" Something flashes his eyes..it's almost like he doesn't want me to go Ha ha..you don't say.. Hey I Know what I Saw .. "Yeah whatever.."he say dismissively Still thinking he doesn't want you to go Urghh. Get lost sub concious' And by that we walk away hand in hand.. Wipe that silly smile would you? my mind snaps I sighed, but do I stop...? No. ........

Bernard closed the gap. “I will put you through the process practically. I know I have told you everything you need to do”, Damien nodded positively. “Excuse me, I’ll be back with my tools”. I was left alone with Damien. He took off his facecap and I could see it clearly. I was wrong. He had the face of a fierce hit man like Torillio’s; I preferred hanging around cute men. Damien was a turn off for me; “Lie on the bed please”. I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me.

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Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

She didn’t expect it perhaps. I drew closer to her, and gave her the torch. Then, I bent down a little for her to fall on my arms. She did. I lifted her with quite an amount of strength. Her weight was significant. She held the torchlight with her right hand, and her left hand was around my neck. Her left titty pressed against my chest. It was pleasantly soft. The feeling from that friction was awesome, but I didn’t allow it to interrupt my concentration. The current was turbulent, and the ground was slippery so loosing my concentration would result in something unimaginably bad.