Twisted Novels & Stories

bodaway tells ganesh before i had the chance to. the room started to spin more, and more. my eyesight is blurry. i still felt weak. “kol, you still have high traces of wolfbane in your body, we will talk when you’re well. you’re in good hands with ganesh.” i felt bodaway squeeze my shoulder slightly before i heard him and his cane exist the cabin-like structure i was in. i saw ganesh bring out feathers and started gently brushing my skin with it. “taking the toxin energy out of your blood.” he says softly before he starts to chant.

Nothing. Seconds. Minutes. Hours- spent tossing and turning. My mind remained obsessing over Isabella Montano, the girl who's world was nothing but toxic.

like someone poking at a hive of bees. Sensations buzzed through my flesh, sending flaming-hot darts of longing to sizzle in my core,hot prickles of want and cascading shivers of delight. I welcomed each stroke and glide of his tongue, relishing the way his breathing quickened and his hold tightened. Somewhere in a not so tangled part of my brain,I was worried that one kiss could do this to me,turn me into a breathless,limbless wanton with zero willpower. His body stiffened when I linked my arms around his neck and leaned into him.

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

How will I not do it again? "Duh, who wants to suffer like that of course if it is me I don't like that would happen again besides I don't know why did I suddenly feel like that. I felt like I am tortured and dying slowly, why in world did that happen anyway?" Like I'm suffering from an unknown illness. "You understand what mate means right?" Dustin ask. "Yeah, I guess why?" That is a bond between two wolves. "If a werewolf find its mate and the other one didn't accept the bond and mark others as their mate the real mate suffers a lot" he explained.

"It seems a bit complicated. There was a slight pause, he continued. “I'm engaged to Isabella, but I have a child with her sister who I happen to have a one night stand with, and I just found out about it.” Isabella now knows that I had a one night stand with her sister Sharon and am caught between them. I have no idea what to do. Alex let out a long moan. "Man, that's a tough place. But let me ask you this: Who would you like to be with?” Davis halted momentarily before he could respond.

She immediately fell to her knees, trying to pin all the blame on herself. "Please, Simon, show mercy and spare Essie! It was all our fault! She really tried to save Mrs. Stewart. She even donated her blood to her!" "You mean when she deliberately ate mangoes before the transfusion?" Simon sneered. "She knew Mrs. Stewart was allergic to mangoes and still ate them. She was ensuring Mrs. Stewart wouldn't survive. That's truly considerate of her." I hadn't expected Simon to uncover even that detail. The three of them grew even more terrified, and their arrogance from earlier was completely gone. Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other.

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.

His face was stretched so tight, it resembled a skull. They sat down on the chairs. “Miss Matters?” The stranger asked, to which Angela affirmed that she was. “Good. My name is Mr. Soprano.” “And not even a minute in and you’ve lied to me.” Angela sneered. The man was taken aback but he smiled. “I don’t understand what you mean?” “You shouldn’t lie to me about your identity unless you had something to hide.” “Well not to hide but to discover,” Mr. Soprano said. “Have you ever read ‘Ignited: The story of a comet made man.”

I bet he was the one being auctioned yet his aura still gave off dominance despite his hands being handcuffed. “We’re just on time. That’s him,” Kyle whispered. Huh? Putting aside the fact that he was tall and physically fit, he was not as scary as I expected him to be. Was it just me stereotyping? I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him.