Twisted Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

“I needed a world map to explore here.” “You are learning about the earth,” “Yeah, and don’t ever go there without my permission” he showed his hands towards a locked door. “It has a handprint password. How will I even enter it?” “Just telling you... Follow me” he put his hands on the screen and there’s a beep sound. PASSWORD’S RIGHT WELCOME MR. CHRISTOPHER I followed him inside, shocked, and stuck in the same place.”That’s" “It’s not a UFO, but through this, I came here and it’s damaged. I can’t go back till repairing it”

Her brain short-circuited. Dolcezza. Sweetness. Of course, the mafia kingpin spoke like sin wrapped in silk. Sienna cleared her throat, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Actually, I was just wondering how many zeroes it takes to get everyone to pretend they enjoy being here.” For a split second, there was silence. Then—he chuckled. It was a dark, rich sound—not quite warm, but not cold either. Like he was amused despite himself. “More than you can count,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching.

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

an entity capable of manipulating the twists of alternate timelines. In the cosmic realm, Elara embarked on a quest to locate the Temporal Weaver. The twists of her journey led her through realms where the boundaries between alternate realities blurred. Suspense mounted as she encountered temporal anomalies that hinted at the Temporal Weaver's elusive presence, weaving the twists of temporal threads that crisscrossed through the multiverse.

“Then we resist. Together. Always together.” The twins moved closer, instincts flaring. Flame snapped outward, heat bending the void around them; frost spiraled in intricate patterns, delicate yet resilient. Their combined energy began to form a lattice again, weaving fire, ice, and the core of their bonds with Kael and Lyra into a pulsating, radiant network.

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth