Twisted Novels & Stories

Red, the color of violence, rage, war, blood, the hue that defines passion, love, tenderness, lust astonished but sustains Brian McCoy’s personality splendidly, although I grant him more like a grey or black color guy, just like his disguises and cold behavior he carries all his life.

“Every test, every mind broken, every life rebuilt. You carry his name, but not his sins.” “Shut it off,” Nikolai snapped, pounding the console with his fist. “You can’t stop what’s already in motion,” Sergei said. “Because you’re standing inside it.” The screens turned red. A countdown began. 00:59. Nikolai cursed. “He wired the servers — it’s going to blow.” “Can we disable it?” I shouted in panic. He ripped open a panel, wires spilling out. “I can try!” Isabella stepped forward, her voice trembling. “He always said… the system responds to him.”

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

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.

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.

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.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

It was easy to remove my dick. It easily found its way into her, she was hot and tight. I wish I had more time. Thrusting slowly into her but I wasn't pleased. I turned her over, facing me. I could see her vagina clearly. It was wet. I pulled down my trousers, I let my dick out through the hole. Before now, it wasn't free. I, thrusted hardly into Lupita. She was moaning lightly, maybe because Torillio was there. "It's time, boss", Torillio said, trying to pull me off Lupita.

She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. The sound of police sirens in the distance only added to her dizziness, the wailing growing louder with each passing second. She didn't know what made her head spin: if it was the loss of blood from Marcus's brutal grip, the sound of the police siren's car approaching, or the fact that the man she once loved had just told her she had killed his brother.

How can she blackmail me and make me choose between the two most important things in my life? On the one hand, It's Warren corporation will face major losses. I will lose my deals, many employees will lose their jobs, and on the other hand Winter. How can I break her heart? She just started to trust me, how can I break her trust? I know she will be broken if she sees me being intimate with Ave.