Twisted Series 소설 & 이야기

she whispered, every word dripping with teasing intent. Malik watched them, a quiet observer, as the subtle tension between desire and jealousy wrapped around all three of them. Imani’s pulse raced—not just from Zariah’s teasing, but from the way Malik’s steady presence, quiet intensity, and restrained fire amplified every sensation. The space between them was electric, charged with anticipation, desire, and intimacy, and she knew—tonight, everything would stretch further.

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

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.

They stopped to give respect when the two walked in, but they seemed invisible to the eyes of Ares and Liam, who were fighting— one is nearly throwing rage, and the other is full of tease in his body. ________________ "So they finally made a move. It's about time." Ares was standing beside the window while facing the fading orange-yellow sun in the West. Although frigid, his eyes sparkled with anticipation. It screamed revenge and power as they stared lost into the reflection of twilight. For almost a decade and years after his grandfather and father passed away, the Zenith Palace remained silent in their domain, and the City of San Jose remained untouchable. They seemed to be calculating hi

For a long, quiet minute, the only sound in the room was the heavy, ragged sound of them breathing. He stayed buried deep inside her for a while, one big hand stroking slowly down her spine over the warm marks the strap had left. Her body was still twitching around him in little aftershocks. Her wrists were still tied, her thighs were shaking, but that frantic hunger hadn’t gone anywhere,it had just settled deep in her bones, waiting for the next round.

Her back stiffened with his words and she couldn't tell if he meant it or not, with how calm he was being. She eyed him as he lifted his hand, slowly, as if giving her every chance to drive the glass forward. She didn’t though. Her arm felt locked in place. Two fingers caught the wrist holding the bottle and she let out a scream at the sudden contact. Her fingers felt numb with fear, an immense amount of fear flowing through her veins. “Drop it, cara mia.” Her fingers spasmed open almost before the command finished registering. The broken neck clattered against the marble, spinning once before dropping and shattering into piece.

** 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.

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.

"Do you hear yourself at all? You've wrecked us!" Sharon grabbed for her, then Isabella retreated, her face falling apart. She said, "Don't touch me," softly. Sharon said, "Isabella, please.I never wanted for this to happen." "I'm unable to..." Isabella broke off her voice and murmured, "I can't do this." Tears streaking her face, she turned and raced into the house. Silent as they stood, Sharon and Davis felt the weight of what had just transpired crushing down on them.

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.