Twisted Series In Order Novels & Stories

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.

Revenge. FLASHBACK ends... * * *

"Like I said, that'll be two-fifty, plus the unloading f*e, so we're looking at closer to three twenty-five—" I want to scream. More money that I don't have. The tow guy's talking to me and the Rental Twerp stands in the doorway glaring with his hands on his hips, and I'm on the edge of panic, trying not to lose my freaking mind, with both of them sniping at me and at each other, and there's no escaping this. I'm screwed. Christopher's going to catch me. Except I know there's one way out, and it's sitting in my pocket.

they do come from the same timeline and cross into each other :) The reading order is as follows; Timber Alpha, Mated to Brianna, Mylo (Add to length of Timber Alpha), Alpha Heirs (coming in fall) Find my group on F******k for updates, general discussions, and reading orders. I'd love to see who you all picture for the characters, hear who you love, who you hate, and who you love to hate! I'm always interested in feedback so I can help my books continue to be what you truly love to read. "GoodNovel - Marie Night - Readers"

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.

In one swift move he jerks me up to my feet and pulls me to his chest. We're so close now that our noses almost touch, my eyes never leaving his, God he has beautiful eyes, I forgot how beautiful his eyes were. The blue and green swirling together to reveal a depthless ocean of emotion. I'm so lost in his eyes that I don't even realise my hands are resting on his chest, still bound from earlier.

He would wait for the perfect moment to strike. First, he needed to sow seeds of doubt. To create cracks that he could later split wide open. Mason smirked as he dialed a number on his burner phone. The line rang once, twice, before a gruff voice answered. “It's done,” Mason said smoothly. “Good. Phase one?” the voice asked. Mason’s eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation. “Already in motion,” he said. “She won’t even see it coming.” He ended the call and tucked the phone away.

WINNIE I was convinced that I had stopped breathing at that moment. It took everything within me to still the tremor in my hands. “I can see you already having fun with your new husband” he spat the last two words with so much venom that I had to wonder if they were truly related. It was baffling that his own brother could detest him this much. His eyes raked over my body not so subtly and his eyes instantly darkened with hunger. I closed my eyes and shuddered internally for a brief moment.

We lost three of our major deals in a week of the incident. The circumstances were getting out of control with the passing days. The moment things were coming in control, everything was a tangle and rampant all over again. Nathan Hall must be relishing his small victim with wine and dine, but don’t worry, I am going to slaughter that man in specks of dust. This is the promise I made to myself last evening before leaving my office. Just when I thought everything was under control, we were back on our feet again. That damn bastard whacks us repeatedly. This time I am going to kill him with my bare hand.