Twisted Story Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

Becoming something writable. Aelrian staggered to his feet behind her, eyes wide, voice hoarse. “Elthara… you’re bleeding stories,” he said, awe-struck and afraid. Threads of color slipped from her shoulders, weaving into the air and vanishing into the page. Her twin had vanished—burned not by fire, but by the story refusing a false version of itself. Only one of them could remain. And the world had chosen.

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other. Tired of wasting time, Simon waved his hand. Three bodyguards stepped forward. They grabbed all three of them and dragged them into the abandoned factory. Not long after, their screams echoed from inside. The metallic scent of blood seeped through the tightly shut doors. Even I couldn't help but shiver at this. "Ms. Esmeray, Mr. Stewart would like to meet with you," Simon said. His tone was polite once again as he invited me back into the car.

Her storytelling was so vivid that I thought I was right there with her. "That doesn't sound possible." Cole said, and I nodded in agreement. "Feel free to prove me wrong." She smirked. "Think. How many different-sex twins do you know?" None of us said a thing because it was true. I knew twins, but they were all the same sex. Wow. "Meaning whoever is behind this knew about this myth." "Yes, and there's a witch behind them. This story is an old witch tale. This power has been dormant for a long time, meaning it will be even more potent now. You better find this person before they find you."

his fist trembled "I won't follow your stupid rules anymore. I hardly know where I belong. Stick to one face and let me know what you are." She said and looked at him up to down "Except you're lying about something" "Why would I lie?" "You never told me the truth, the story behind these wars and somehow I'm involved. And when I get closer to the truth, you pull me back like I don't deserve it" she said, looking up into his eyes. Adrian heaved a sigh and held Carolina by her shoulders

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out

“This place looks disgusting. I am sure rats are walking all over the place. It’s unhygienic. See, here are some.” “Where?” “At the corner.” “They are chicken, rose.” “Same for me.” “It’s an old place with lots of history. Maybe we will find out an epic love story somewhere in the wall of this place.” “We will only find dead animals at the corner of this place. Nothing else.” “Let’s go, drama queen.” “You are giving me all those ridiculous names. It is really getting under my nerves now.” “Oh, come on.” “If anyone finds out, you are calling me by rose and drama queen, it will bang my reputation.”