Twisted Series Age Rating Novels & Stories

The tension built, relentless and consuming, each second stretching into eternity. They didn’t speak much. Words would have broken the magic. Imani seductively pulled Malik and Zariah into the bedroom. Their connection was in the touches, the shared warmth, the careful closeness, the slow, intoxicating rhythm of breaths and bodies pressed near each other. The night started with Malik lightly tossing both girls on the bed. Zariah pulled off her clothes as Malik undressed Imani. As Malik gets undressed Zariah and Imani waste no time as Zariah hungrily kisses Imani and runs her fingers down Imani’s stomach until she reaches her wet box and sticks two fingers deep inside her. Imani gasps. Malik

[ the following scene contains a forceful drunken sexual situation that sensitive readers might find disturbing] 3 YEARS AGO Adriano (PoV) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 21:35PM "I-I'm eighteen, pl-please don't shoot" she reveals, shocking me a bit. I knew she was young, but I didn't think she was that young. "that means you're still in school, right?" I ask, still nussling her neck "hmm?" I hum in question when she doesn't respond. "ye-yes..th-this is my last year" she answers. Satisfied with her answer I lower my gun and she breathes a sigh of relief.

I tried to cry at the top of my throat, but a little mild voice escaped from my throat. "Don't try to tell me that you are Twink..." His voice stumbled in between, I stood there, my body freezed as he has came up extremely close to me. Holding my arm tightly he pulled me closer and chined up my face with his fingers imprinting it's mark on my chin. "Do you mean that you are twinkle? My Twinkle!" He spoke with a voice full of doubt.

In high school, everyone was alert to Owen’s possessiveness about me, and that’s why it was peaceful; otherwise, I didn’t think I would have the courage to survive among those little mean teenagers. He even stood against Viola from time to time, and one day he warned Viola that if she ever messed with me, she needed to suffer the consequence that she thought even in her worst dream. “Yes. Tell me what do you think.” “Hold your breath, sister, you asked for this reality check.” He warned me before speaking. “I think your Brad is a villain in the mask of a prince. He is using you for power and fame, maybe money, too. I am not fully sure about that. He knows what power he had, and then he start

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.

At that point, Josie began to regret turning down the one-million-dollar reward and decided she would ask for it again as the work she was doing wasn't easy. “Oh, I'm sorry about that. His appetite for these things often overwhelms him; it's nothing to worry about. After all, almost all the men in the city start drinking under the age of fifteen. This is a grown-up man; on this wedding night, he will probably think about all his exes and feel the sadness of all his past relationships. Now, don't worry about him; the bodyguards will get him to his room safely. Come, let me show you to your room,” she said.

His eyes widened and he jerked in apparent surprise, "What did you say?" I shrugged, "Maybe you should get your hearing checked, old man." Roman was thirty two to my twenty four, he was far from old but I felt some pride when anger made his jaw tighten, "it seems I was right about you. Have you been bidding your time to reveal your true colours?" "If you wanted to marry a mannequin, you should have specifically requested one." "Don't think I'll let you get away with talking back at me," his eyes darkened, "I won't hesitate to blow a hole through that beautiful head of yours."

Thiago mostly. We were sent to take a role as being in high school and it was only supposed to last a couple months. A couple months turned in to a year and here we are, still chasing after Austin and his antics because he's a little snake. To break it down, the schools lover boy Austin Reynolds was part of a rival gang who raped and murdered girls just for not being good at sex. If that wasn't bad enough they also took part in human trafficking with girls as young as 14.

His voice was high-pitched, which was unlike a man's voice. Who could tell me what was going on here?! I forced myself to stay calm and nodded, just wanting to wait until my parents came home to ask what was happening. He poured a glass of water, then stuck out his tongue and licked the edge of the glass before smiling at me possessively and handing it to me. His smile felt vulgar, and I felt as though there was slime crawling across my face. I almost gagged. "Thank you," I said, taking the cup and retreating to my room, locking the door behind me. I then put the glass of water down with trembling hands. Something like this must have happened plenty of times already.

“An aspiring lawyer, and this is the hill you choose to die on? What a disappointment.” His words landed with the sharpness of a slap. I froze. Because whether I liked it or not , he was partially right. Aria had no business continuing anything with that boy after learning his real age. A nine year gap was no joke. It looked bad, it was bad, and even I, through all my loyalty, couldn’t deny that. But I lifted my chin. I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.