Twisted Tales Be Prepared Novels & Stories

--- But somewhere, deep in the shadows of the sprawling house, a forgotten phone buzzed quietly. The screen lit up once. Then again. An unread message blinked ominously: > "We move tomorrow. Be ready." Unseen. Unread. Waiting. And just like that— the fragile peace they had fought so hard to build— began to crack at the seams. ---

DISCLAIMER!!! All characters in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ! !!!WARNING!!! ! Reader discretion is advised as this book contains scenes that may be triggering to sensitive readers and portrays some Dark Romance themes. This also book contains some sexual scenes with dubious consent, that sensitive readers may find upsetting! * this book is a work of fiction and the relationships portrayed should not be idealised and does not portray the real life views of the Author.

he had in hush tones while standing three feet away from me, and broke eye contact with me and slowly looked down at my left foot that was close to a small shrub. my boot was ever so slightly touching the very thin wire, my eyes quickly followed the wire until my eyes met a tranq dart just waiting to be triggered, and right above my head was a net. i slowly backed up until my back met bodaway’s palm. he brought that hand to my shoulder and squeezed it. “we need to talk, but not here.” “Not safe.” - “are you still going to fuss and worry over me when the twins come, or are you going to forget about me?” she was holding up paint samples and closing one eye, furthering her imagination of what t

“I want your resignation letter on my desk within the hour. And if you try to spread any rumors or sell any stories about our… encounter… I will bury you. Do you understand?” Emilia felt the hope she had built crumbling around her. Not again. She couldn't lose everything again. But this time, something was different. This time, she wasn't the naive girl who trusted everyone. This time, she wasn't going to run away crying. She straightened her spine and looked Sebastian's Cross directly in the eye. “No.” Sebastian blinked. “Excuse me?”

I could tell. I leaned back in the leather seat of my car as it pulled up the long, winding drive to his estate. I was going to see him again, for the second time that week. My parents were counting on me to make things right. I knew i had to do better than the last visit. I rehearsed my intentions, not words. Words would flow naturally when the moment came. I knew how to mold them like clay. What mattered was timing, when to stop speaking,when to smile, when to withdraw, when to lean just close enough to make him forget his own boundaries.

Instead, I wrapped the pages and sealed them with wax—an act that felt both like burying something and bringing it back to life. “Tonight,” I repeated. “We do it tonight.” Nikolai leaned in. “We send them to the square, the taverns, the market—anywhere voices can spill into ears.” “And we prepare to pull people out,” Matteo added. “Safe houses, routes, spots to hide the originals if things go south.”

She stands up from the bed, glaring at Lauren. Lauren knew what was coming for her, so she shifted back a little bit. “Don't you dare move,” Melissa mumbled. She stretched her body and held Lauren's hair. Lauren yelps in pain, and Melissa tightens her grip on her hair. “I am sorry, I won't do it again,” Lauren pleaded. Melissa chuckled and let go of her hair. She wanted to cause more pain to Lauren but she changed her mind trying not to ruin the nails she had done the previous day.

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.

It was one of the scariest things that Clarissa had ever seen, but still, she forced herself to keep looking. “This is identical to the one in New York. They are on the same family tree and that makes it more complicated.” Archer explained. Clarissa frowned. She took the book from Archer and looked at it closely while he poured drinks for himself. Clarissa felt her blood run cold as she looked at the beast. The werewolves had it wrong. They were not separate creatures but were used by witchcraft to stir trouble. She opened her mouth to tell him this, but watching him pot a cup of hot coffee for both of them changed her mind.

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