Twisted Series In Order Novels & Stories

For an infinitе, suspеndеd momеnt, shе knеw nothing but thе whitеout hazе of rеlеasе, еvеry worry and hеartachе sеarеd from еxistеncе in thе firеs of hеr climax. Whеn awarеnеss finally bеgan filtеring back in, it was to find hеrsеlf cradlеd in Tylеr's arms, thеir swеat-slickеd bodiеs still еntwinеd in thе tanglеd aftеrglow. Hе prеssеd tеndеr kissеs along thе slеndеr column of hеr throat, his touch infinitеly gеntlеr than thе brutal possеssion that had prеcеdеd it.

“What more do you want from me.” “What I want..”, Brian said with a smile. “ Is to buy one of your guns.” Drake raised his eyebrows in curiosity, where was this man going with this. “And shoot you in the face. Just like those terrorists did to my nephew.” “Because I’m trash?” Drake offered. “Scum.” Brian spat. At that moment the audience burst out in cheers at how Brian had put Drake in his place. “That’s all for tonight, folks.” Brian said warmly to his audience both home and abroad.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

he groaned, his voice hoarse. On instinct, I leaned down, taking him slowly into my mouth. My nerves hummed with uncertainty and excitement. His hand threaded through my hair, not forceful, just steady, guiding me. His breathless curses and moans filled the air as he whispered how good it felt, how much he had missed me. When he released into me, the taste was sharp and unfamiliar, and I swallowed with effort even as he murmured that I did not have to. Aleksander pulled me up to him, kissing me deeply, tasting himself on my lips. He positioned himself at my entrance, his forehead pressed to mine. The first thrust made me gasp, my body tensing at the sharp sting.

“Every test, every mind broken, every life rebuilt. You carry his name, but not his sins.” “Shut it off,” Nikolai snapped, pounding the console with his fist. “You can’t stop what’s already in motion,” Sergei said. “Because you’re standing inside it.” The screens turned red. A countdown began. 00:59. Nikolai cursed. “He wired the servers — it’s going to blow.” “Can we disable it?” I shouted in panic. He ripped open a panel, wires spilling out. “I can try!” Isabella stepped forward, her voice trembling. “He always said… the system responds to him.”

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.

"You denied me the opportunity to be by his side And for you." Tears spilled from Sharon's eyes. "I never meant to offend you Davis. All I was doing was surviving." Their conversation got hot, their voices rising despite their best efforts to keep quiet. Isabella entered the garden neither of them noticed until she spoke. "What's happening here?" Like a razor, Isabella's voice sliced through the tension. Sharon froze while her heart hammered. Davis turned to face her, his expression unreadable. "Isabella, I—"; Sharon mumbled.

I was more like a movie or series person. I was the master of binge-watching. For the first time, I discovered this talent of mine was when I was in my sophomore year of college. I remember the night when I finished watching Breaking Bad in three days. All five seasons and sixty-two episodes were done in three nights and three days. That’s a different thing that I didn’t sleep at all in that three days, after I finished the series, I slept for a solid twenty hours, and my roommate at that time, which was evil Hailey, yeah, the cheater one, thought I was dead.

CHAPTER 1: BLOOD. July 3rd,1996. "I can't believe I'm on my knees begging you to spare my life"Tobias O'Connell muttered, bitterly to Wyatt Gentry whom he had supposedly called his best friend for so many years. This bestfriend now held him at gunpoint. "If you had just listened to me,it wouldn't have gotten to this point"Wyatt thundered. Their voices woke eight years old Damien from sleep. Everywhere was dark.

He swung in his chair countless times… Tapping the mahogany desk by his long beautiful fingers… Waiting for one phone call… It was almost two pm … That’s why he almost was worried, they were going to do this an hour ago, what was taking them so long..? He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his phone vibrating on the table… “finally ”he muttered Then picked it up “tell me you did it” he spoke calmly as if he wasn’t worried “Sir.. “Jafar...” he groaned already knowing they did not complete their job “I’m sorry sir...but I wanted your confirmation. Are you sure, We are to attack the east market today…?”Jafar asked