Twisted Series Novels & Stories

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

I said, following closely behind him as he rose from the chair. “We’ll see who ends up worse off,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Tell me!” I grabbed his shirt, turning him around to face me. “I put you inside bed, and lots of things happened,” he whispered softly in my ear. My eyes went wide open as he spoke. I snapped, pushing him backward. “You didn’t touch me! That’s what a psychopath would do. You are more twisted, Nick Leister.” “Hmmm, am I?”

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

Eleanor's eyes locked onto Lucas, tears spilling with rapid velocity as she struggled to stand right, her head throbbing and her body felt weak. But none of that matters because she had to find her sons "What do you mean the twins are missing?" he asked her, his voice laced with confusion. As she watched him drop the fry pan he was holding, gently removing his apron and gesturing for the maids in the kitchen to exit “And why are you up and about”

"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.

He leaned in closer, his breath brushing Ryan’s ear. "I’m trying to wake you up." --- The room seemed to tilt sideways for a moment. Claire could feel it—that shift. The kind that came before everything went horribly, irrevocably wrong. "There’s someone else pulling the strings," Mason said, louder now, his gaze flicking meaningfully toward Claire before snapping back to Ryan. "Someone much closer to you." The words hung heavy in the air, thick with threat and betrayal. Claire felt like the ground beneath her feet had vanished.

He took out a bunch of folders from his desk and laid them on her desk. “Homicide involving police brutality?” “No. I think McGinnis is already covering that.” “This is about some teenage girls who got raped by their cult leader.” “I’ll consider that.” Angela said. On a normal day she would have jumped at the opportunity to have those girls’ story heard but right now she was only focused on her mother’s declining health. “Well that’s all I got. Jack got most of focusing on another interview.” “What happened?” Angela asked. “Drake Griffin showed up on RCS news. Brian ripped him to shreds.” Tony said with sadistic glee.

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

he chanted. His army responded with a roar. With Declan's help, he had also contracted some of the most trained private soldiers to augment what was left of his. Dante led the way with Oswald, Theo, and Wyatt, they took a black SUV with the remaining hundred following suit. He wanted to avoid using his power because he was sensing his weakness. Doing so might drain him and even give away their intentions before they arrived. As the ceremony was incomplete, it affected Dante's powers. He became weak with each passing day. But, that wasn't what he was about to let out in the open. Nobody knew. Not even the Grand Alpha.