Twisted Stories Novels & Stories

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.

We decided before we left home that I would mark Vaughn and then Ivan. I turn to Vaughn, and he leans forward so I can bite into his neck. The sparks get more intense, and I feel like they're swirling around us. I then turn and do the same to Ivan, and it increases even more. When I pull back, I realize it's not sparks flying around us. It's a shimmering golden tornado. It gets bigger and bigger before splitting into three smaller tornadoes and entering our bodies.

“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.”

** 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.

“Enough riddles. Enough games. Speak plainly, or leave me no choice.” She tilted her head, as if weighing me, amused by my fury. “Plain… is a luxury,” she murmured, circling me slowly, the sound of her movement almost hypnotic. “And some luxuries… are never granted. You see, little pup, stories are not told in straight lines. They twist… like rivers in the mountains. And if you cannot read the currents, you will drown in them.”

Thiago mostly. We were sent to take a role as being in high school and it was only supposed to last a couple months. A couple months turned in to a year and here we are, still chasing after Austin and his antics because he's a little snake. To break it down, the schools lover boy Austin Reynolds was part of a rival gang who raped and murdered girls just for not being good at sex. If that wasn't bad enough they also took part in human trafficking with girls as young as 14.

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Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.

The other two pull out and paint my back and tits with thick ropes of cum. I collapse onto the towel, completely ruined, covered in sweat and cum, legs still trembling as the waves crash nearby. Marcus leans down, kissing my shoulder. “Excellent work, Gwen. You took the fucking like a champ.” Jake wipes my face gently. “But we are nowhere near done with you this weekend.” Tyler smiles darkly. “We are going to push you even further.” I lie there gasping, body buzzing, already terrified and excited about what they have planned next.

His mother had given him instruction to clear out the loose end who had threaten to expose them if they don’t add to his pay. “You know one thing about weed, Josh?” Ryan said to the guard who shielded him with the umbrella. “No matter how you treat them, they are still unwanted” he added and started walking over to were Martin was. The sound of the water splashing as Ryan stepped on puddles notified Martin that someone was behind him. “The dead are unconscious of nothing; that’s a popular saying from the Jehovah’s Witnesses yunno” Ryan stated as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. He held it out and a guard lit it up for him.