Twisted Series Book 1 Novels & Stories

He walked out and got in his best friend’s room he knew directly where Naseer kept extra meds for her and took a new bottle and an inhaler, Going back to Isqaar he kept them by her bedside table and sat by her bed his lips pulled into a smirk as he noticed the book by her table He picked it up…and read the name out loud “Wuthering heights..” He chuckled “she keeps reading this no matter how shitty it is” (NO OFFENSE I LOVE THE BOOK) He put it back and turn to her he couldn’t do anything unless she wakes up.. Just then, He notices something… On her cheek, it’s like a handprint..

It said," Actually, I don't know about it as well but maybe if you could try closing your eyes and concentrate on your breathing... it might work out." Nia was doubtful and asked," Are you sure it will work?" That voice replied," Do you have any other idea?" Nia replied with a cold sigh," No!" That voice replied again," Then, go with what i told you!" Nia had no other option left, so, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her breathing. She tried to control it as was being guided by that voice and soon, she felt a sharp pain in her hand. It was as if someone was inserting a needle in her arm.

He planned on making Liam taste first hand how it feels to be at the bottom of the food chain. To make him watch as he slowly takes everything Liam ever cared about. An evil grin crept on his face at the thought of that. “Today started off pretty well” he mumbled and stood up from the seat he occupied and trailed over to where the bottle of whisky sat and pulled open the cap and poured himself a glance, before throwing two cubes of ice into it. The door opened and Thomas walked in, clad in a black suit that matched his ebony black hair. “Sir, he left the mansion in fear like you said; and he doubled his security” Thomas reported curtly.

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.

And because Andrew's story touched her heart, of course, she will really cry for him. Rhianne, on the other hand, was trying to analyze the situation. The Andrew Gartin in the book is a cruel and manipulative villain who mercilessly stole Rhianne's fortunes. But how come he became such a bad guy in the story? So it was all because of his past.

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

I hugged the her immediately “You came,” I whispered. “You know I would.” She answered. And in her hands, wrapped carefully was the book. She unwrapped it and my breath caught. My mother didn’t speak, she just simply let the cloth fall away. The air charged more. The pressure could be felt. Kael had a horrified face staring at the book. It was entwined in vines— Blood vines. The raw power from the book pressed against my skin, my lungs, my bones—everywhere.

As soon as I touch it, a shock of electricity runs through my arm, and images flash in my mind—so fast, I can hardly process them. Blood. A crown. Twin daughters—one screaming, the other silent. A king with empty eyes. A wolf made of starlight. A girl holding a mirror that shows her reflection… twisted. I stumble back, gasping for air, my hand instinctively clutching my chest. My skin burns where the book touched me, or more likely, bit me. I look down to find my hand bleeding, a thin cut that wasn’t there before. I turn the book over carefully, feeling the weight of it in my hands.

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.