Twisted Tales Collection Novels & Stories

I wanted to bury myself in the fantasy I always had… and where did that get me? Nowhere good Was he going to say anything to my mom? Was he going to warn me never to come to his place again? Was he irritated and angry with me for pulling a stunt like that Did I put him in a weirdly uncomfortable spot?... I obviously did I have twisted everything into something dark. Something sexual… something he never asked for Oh God please I buried my hand in my hair and just laid there as my mind wandered and wondered about what he could be thinking of me right now…

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

With trembling hands, she tried it. Another soft click echoed through the tunnel. The chains slithered to the ground. Claire lifted the lid carefully. Inside were stacks of old papers, dusty envelopes sealed with the Arrington family crest— and, at the very bottom, a leather-bound journal. Claire’s fingers closed around it reverently. This was it. Answers. Maybe even leverage. She tucked the journal under her arm and turned back toward the stairs. But as she reached for the door at the top— It wouldn’t budge.

I have to stand for a few seconds as sweat breaks out in tingles under my arms. "Room service," a man says from the other side of the door. Shaking, I let him. He pushes a cart inside, sets it up, and pauses. "Anything else?" he asks. Expecting a tip. But unfortunately for him, I have no money. "No, thanks, that's everything." He frowns but leaves. I shut the door behind him, lock the deadbolt, then practically run to the bottle of champagne. I don't bother pouring it into a glass. I break out the cork then pour it down my throat, my hands trembling at the thought of Gregory Callahan looking into the fake story Scar spun them.

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy

he taunts and before I can respond, I suddenly feel his fangs sinking into the side of my neck, his pleasure venom hitting my blood like liquid fire. “Fuck!” I cry out, my pussy instantly clenching around his fingers as I near the edge of my release but he suddenly pulls out his fingers, my pussy now clenching around nothing. “You don’t get to come until I decide you have earned it,” he growls. “You bastard!” I whimper in frustration and he chuckles darkly. Fuck. He is such an asshole and he still knows exactly how to torture me despite the years we have been apart. “You want to come, right?” He asks and spins me around to face him, my wrists still bound high above my head.

On an abandoned road, a black Jeep Wrangler was speeding in the opposite direction from the city of North Bay. The atmosphere outside was calm with nothing visible in the sight except for the illuminated road and vast spread of darkness. A beautiful girl was lying in the backseat of the car. Her fair skin was looking like porcelain under the light coming from the full moon. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth and her limbs were tied with ropes. She was wearing a beautiful wedding gown and looked like a fallen angel. She was not sleeping but unconscious.

I was so shocked that my hand immediately flew over my mouth as my jaw dropped. That had to be the biggest plot twist I'd witnessed all year. The girl in the bed was Kayda—the class captain in mine and Lorena's class. She was every professor's pet and always acted like the holiest person on the planet, like some morality police. So imagine my shock seeing her naked, legs splayed apart, teasing her own nipples, inviting Kade to join her as her voice dripped with clear need. I was still processing her in that state when I heard the drawer Kade had been rummaging through slam shut, the noise loud in the quiet.

I said as I came out of the counter locking it,” So what can I do to help you with today? “I am looking for the fairy tales for kids but not the usual ones, actual tales of fairies and stuff without any of the darker Grimm brother stuff in it,” he said and I nodded. “We have some things of that sort but I have to warn you that they are going to be second hand copies. I mean, they are not the first hand books but we do have the full volumes and if you take the whole box sets of Red, blue, yellow and pink then I am sure that I can give you an attractive friends and family discount as well,” I replied.

She glanced down at the collection of parchments bound together with sewn fibers, "Oh. It's some writings about ancient human legends and creatures. There are hand-drawn illustrations too." "Hm." Kendrick grunted. "Do you read?" Twillow asked.+ Kendrick shrugged, "I can read...but trying to read such tiny words for too long gives me a headache." "Oh. Well...that makes sense." Twillow agreed, turning a page. "Would you like me to read some for you?" He looked at her briefly, appearing surprised, "Uh...sure. If you like?"