Twisted Tales Collection Novels & Stories

I was always up for a challenge. I slid down his thighs and knelt Infront of him. I tried to put my hair in a bun but he didn't let me. "Let me help you with that" Trevor said. I thought he'd take the hair tie from me but he just twisted my hair in his fist. "That's better" he tugged at my hair. The little pain gave me an odd sense of pleasure. I was at his mercy. I licked his come from his stomach, purposely ignoring his glistening dick. I could feel his abs stiffen at the contact.

Although it was strange, I decided not to question that part, seeing that Uncle Jonah was tired, perhaps another day, as he said earlier. "Surprised, uh? I bet you were expecting creepy things because of the story I told you, you know what Deborah, everything isn't always as it seems," He smiled, voicing out my thoughts once again. "Of course," I said as the car turned to the other street, I stared at the library until it vanished from my sight. There was something mysterious about the tale and library, like a connection, unknown to the world. And Genesis, she was a woman scorned, a powerful Owlignus but yet—she simply gave out the town that was her beloved, a town she built and owned. Until

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It was like a robbery gone bad. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out my phone and called my boss. *** After getting off the phone with Jeffery and then sifting through the absolute wreckage of my motel room, I found myself wondering if my problems with Zaine were much bigger than I initially anticipated. Not only did my place look like an absolute war zone—not to mention my deposit for this place was going to be fucked come time to leave—but I'd soon discovered I was missing files. From what I could gather, most of what was missed were files on a shifter pack in Vermont I needed to ring up once I was done bagging and tagging this fucking incubus nightmare.

I whispered, as I handed Kai my helmet. “Then let’s give them something to talk about.” He gripped the bottom of my shirt, pulling me toward him. With the other hand, he tilted my chin upward, staring down at my lips. I could feel my breathing quicken. And when his lips touched mine, it only made me breathe deeper to inhale him. His tongue parted my lips, his hands palmed my ass, and he kissed me until I was weak and breathless. His beard tickled the underside of my jawline and made me feel fluttery.

He chuckled, leaning down, close to my ear. “ You have been thinking about me. My touch, my tongue…. My cock” he voice was so low, it sent chills down my spine. I swallowed hard. “ You should be afraid of me, I broke into your house even the security crawling everywhere. Yet you still want me” he said tauntingly and he was right. ‘ I am” Another lie

I hadn't seen it before, probably because he tucked it inside the collar. I took a moment to read it and furiously started thrashing in his arms, trying to scratch him after I read it. Property of Geoff Vasily. He quickly clipped it on me and attached a leash to it. I glared at him on my haunches as he stood up and loomed over me. He put his hands inside my shirt, taking out my letters. He ran the edges of the envelopes under his nose and tucked them into his pockets. "I should burn these for touching your tits."

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

he said softly. A single tear traced a path through the smudges on her cheek. It was not a tear of sadness, but of surrender. Of acceptance. She walked forward, took the stylus, and signed her name on the digital line. The final piece of the collection snapped into place. Henry took the tablet back, a look of profound satisfaction on his face. “The collection is complete and secured.” He clapped his hands once, a sharp sound in the quiet dawn. From a servants’ entrance, two severe-looking women in crisp grey uniforms entered, pushing a cart laden with soft robes and slippers.

Clein's eyes widened. A gurgling sound escaped his lips. Blood bubbled up, spilling over his chin. His body convulsed, fingers twitching—then stilling. Tales twisted the blade. “And I’m not yours.” Then he yanked it out. The head hit the floor with a dull thud. Silence. Tales stared at the blood pooling around Clein's lifeless form. His hands were shaking, but he didn’t feel weak. He felt—free.