Twisted Series Fan Art Novels & Stories

Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E than defensively, warning him. Davis turned aside, trying to push the thought away. It couldn't be. could it ?

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

“That’s exactly how it should feel.” Zariah’s fingers traced along Imani’s hand, their fingers intertwining, teasing, pulling her closer. Malik’s thumb circled along her lower back, steady, confident, deliberate. The combination—the playful heat of Zariah, the grounding strength of Malik—made Imani feel like she was melting from the inside out.

Somehow, do I need this secret. 📌 💀 🔪 ⚔️ #TBC_ #Inspired by Mean Girls A/N: when I say I love making a twist, trust me that my fav 😌😌😌 review your thought.

They just measured out each other's stares, and the tension grew in the atmosphere, but in a moment, a lame idea entered her mind. Luna shot him even with a faint stare, seemingly begging with well-watered tears in her eyes. The man seemed to give up, then bowed and took a deep breath. "All right. But when something goes wrong, you, Chiara, are responsible. Do you understand?" Chiara and Liam let out a loud scream. While the two shrugged and secretly smiled at Ares' softness towards Luna. The dinner went well, but Ares was on deep thinking. From time to time, he would stare at Luna, then at her wrist, which the small tattoo is located. It is not visible to everyone since it was like a scar w

He looked every inch the savage his allies and enemies accused him of being. Marcus’s gut twisted. His father had thrown plenty of temper tantrums before, but after Henrique’s warning, he felt it in his bones that this one was about Dani. What power did the Elders’ witches feel? He’s assumed it was Aidan, but what if the mating frenzy when he and Dani had been blinded by lust, uncaring of who saw or heard them? Aidan had promised he’d absorbed the energy several times, but what if he had missed some of it?

“Later, you’re treating me to turon. I’ve been craving it since yesterday.” “Turon? Banana dipped in melted brown sugar?” Ainara asked, and Marge nodded. “Fine. I don’t eat that. I hope they have carioca too.” It's a glutinous flour rolled in melted brown sugar. “We’ll find some.” She took another sip of her drink. “By the way, how’s that grumpy boss of yours? Isn’t he supposed to be good-looking? I just don’t get why he’s so grumpy when he should be happy with his love life.”

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.

“Stop shouting, woman. You are wounding my ear.” “Then you put me down.” “That’s not happening. Not in this life.” “I am serious Brian. I am crying. Look at my pathetic situation.” “I know your waterworks are fake as Jim and Dwight’s friendship.” “Did you just give “The Office” reference? And by the way, they become besties after season nine.” “In my eyes, it’s still sham.” “Nobody cares about your outlook.” “Okay, then. Here we go.” “Brian, I can’t swim. And you dare to throw me in the water? I will write your death with my hand. My hands will be red from your blood.”

he smirked with a playful look on his face and I pursued my lips into a thin line. "Don't you ever try that again unless you want to be fired," I hissed, trying to sound angry. "You kissed me back too. So if I'm getting fired, I'm taking you down with me, sweetheart." he kept stirring his coffee with one hand while his other hand was stuffed inside his pocket. Oh no, he didn't. Even though I was so fucking mad at him, I couldn't help but noticed his messy hair, his tie which was undone, hanging loosely around his neck and the sleeves of his button-down shirt rolled up, showing off his sexy forearms. I could make out his perfect jawline from the side and my hands itched to run all over his da