Novel & Cerita Twisted Series Fan Art

The other two pull out and paint my back and tits with thick ropes of cum. I collapse onto the towel, completely ruined, covered in sweat and cum, legs still trembling as the waves crash nearby. Marcus leans down, kissing my shoulder. “Excellent work, Gwen. You took the fucking like a champ.” Jake wipes my face gently. “But we are nowhere near done with you this weekend.” Tyler smiles darkly. “We are going to push you even further.” I lie there gasping, body buzzing, already terrified and excited about what they have planned next.

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.

my heart flutter for this man I swear Before heading out I took a last glance at my brother. finding him already looking "Thank you" Something flashes his eyes..it's almost like he doesn't want me to go Ha ha..you don't say.. Hey I Know what I Saw .. "Yeah whatever.."he say dismissively Still thinking he doesn't want you to go Urghh. Get lost sub concious' And by that we walk away hand in hand.. Wipe that silly smile would you? my mind snaps I sighed, but do I stop...? No. ........

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.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

Claire decided to bring her attention back to Ryan and saw he was smiling sheepishly at one of the paintings which was the oldest of them. “It's a great sight, isn't it?” Ryan asked. “Yes, I guess it is,” Claire replied. “There are so many faces and the style of painting is renovated with each painting since there are a lot of years in between. It's quite funny how there is always a price to be paid for a lot of good, isn't it!” Ryan asked, coughing slightly. Claire opened her mouth to reply but could not when the coughing continued. Claire remained still in hopes that the coughing would seize but she was wrong.

“I know he will. He tried tonight. But I won’t let him.” Her eyes searched mine, filled with doubt. “You act like you can battle every shadow, Nikolai. But Arturo isn’t just a man—he’s…” Her voice cracked, and she turned away, shaking her head. “He’s a disease. He rots everything he touches.” I clenched my jaw, forcing down the rage surging within me. “Then we cut him out. At the root.” She let out a bitter laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. “And what will that make you? Just another version of him?”

Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other. Tired of wasting time, Simon waved his hand. Three bodyguards stepped forward. They grabbed all three of them and dragged them into the abandoned factory. Not long after, their screams echoed from inside. The metallic scent of blood seeped through the tightly shut doors. Even I couldn't help but shiver at this. "Ms. Esmeray, Mr. Stewart would like to meet with you," Simon said. His tone was polite once again as he invited me back into the car.

"Th-Thank you, Kendrick." He nodded and backed away to eat his own meal away from her. As Twillow knelt and picked pieces off of the large portion, she pondered the writings. The illustration was repulsive and inaccurate save for the colors and the height proportions it depicted. Kendrick didn't look like that. Whomever drew it had obviously never seen Kendrick...or was merely embellishing the horror factor.

he had in hush tones while standing three feet away from me, and broke eye contact with me and slowly looked down at my left foot that was close to a small shrub. my boot was ever so slightly touching the very thin wire, my eyes quickly followed the wire until my eyes met a tranq dart just waiting to be triggered, and right above my head was a net. i slowly backed up until my back met bodaway’s palm. he brought that hand to my shoulder and squeezed it. “we need to talk, but not here.” “Not safe.” - “are you still going to fuss and worry over me when the twins come, or are you going to forget about me?” she was holding up paint samples and closing one eye, furthering her imagination of what t