Twisted Novels & Stories

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“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.”

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WINNIE I was convinced that I had stopped breathing at that moment. It took everything within me to still the tremor in my hands. “I can see you already having fun with your new husband” he spat the last two words with so much venom that I had to wonder if they were truly related. It was baffling that his own brother could detest him this much. His eyes raked over my body not so subtly and his eyes instantly darkened with hunger. I closed my eyes and shuddered internally for a brief moment.

“Later, you’re treating me to turon. I’ve been craving it since yesterday.” “Turon? Banana dipped in melted brown sugar?” Ainara asked, and Marge nodded. “Fine. I don’t eat that. I hope they have carioca too.” It's a glutinous flour rolled in melted brown sugar. “We’ll find some.” She took another sip of her drink. “By the way, how’s that grumpy boss of yours? Isn’t he supposed to be good-looking? I just don’t get why he’s so grumpy when he should be happy with his love life.”

"Like I said, that'll be two-fifty, plus the unloading f*e, so we're looking at closer to three twenty-five—" I want to scream. More money that I don't have. The tow guy's talking to me and the Rental Twerp stands in the doorway glaring with his hands on his hips, and I'm on the edge of panic, trying not to lose my freaking mind, with both of them sniping at me and at each other, and there's no escaping this. I'm screwed. Christopher's going to catch me. Except I know there's one way out, and it's sitting in my pocket.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn

Twisted With one last, shaky breath, Selena stepped forward and pushed the door open. The moment she crossed the threshold, she froze. Adrian was already there. Seated. Waiting. Facing the door… as if he had been expecting her all along. His eyes locked onto hers instantly—and everything else faded. The world, the noise, the city outside… gone. There was something in his gaze. Something deep. Intense. Unrestrained. Longing. It hit her all at once, stealing the air from her lungs.