Twisted The Series Season 2 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.

He made a small gesture, and just like that, the tall one opened the back door and practically shoved me in. My long, curly hair flew into my face from the motion. They finally let go of me, and I sat up, brushing my messy hair away with my fingers. I adjusted myself, trying to sit properly trying to see him. But there was a thick pane of black glass separating the back from the front seats. I couldn’t see a thing.

He looked at me and winked. “Why would you do that? Dig about him. Getting him out of my life. I mean, why would you?” “What do you think? Why would a man go to that extent, Lyra?” He asked me. I was confused with everything revealed and having a hard time assimilating everything. Things shouldn’t be this complicated between us. I and Nathan were just strangers, then why was the past so full of twisted. It tangled us with one another so badly that I was finding it hard to set myself free from him.

He took notice and squeezed my wrist so the knife fell out of my hand. "Should've killed me when you had the chance Remy." He twirled a tress of red hair around his finger and used his other hand to skim down my shirt. Riiiiipppp. He tore my shirt down the middle and goosebumps prickled my arms. He looked down at my bra clad chest. "This is wrong on s-so many levels." I tried to reason with him. "This is right. It is my right." I could only gape at his theory.

Chris POV: I tried to calm down. I can’t shout and waste my energy. Alaric is enjoying making me angry. He sat down on his couch and pointed me to join him. “I’m not here to have a party with you. Where is Malcolm and the time machine?” “What are you talking about? I don’t understand,” he smiled wickedly, playing with me. “Don’t underestimate me, I will kill you like I killed your doppelganger,” his reaction changed when I mentioned his doppelganger.

I lost the count how many times we made love. Later when I get exhausted, Aspen took me in his arms, and I placed my head on his chest inviting the sweet slumber after our lovemaking. Book 2 of this will come soon All questions about winter's family will be answered. And an excellent session will be taught to winter's family. It will be the last book. Thank you so much for reading . COMPLETED DATE: 24-11-2020

She said, shocking them both the more. Tanya couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't believe her ears and even as she stared in with both eyes, Tabitha ran forward and hugged Craig, wrapping her arms around him. * * The last episode for season 1 Who's ready for the battle ahead? It's a different story entirely and I'm promising you guys to improve with the updates. But I will be needing 1.5k likes on this episode to unlock season 2. Call me when the likes is completed 🚶🚶😜

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

Claire felt like the ground beneath her feet had vanished. Ryan threw Mason backward, sending him crashing into a side table, which splintered under his weight. But Mason only laughed again, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You think this is the end?" Mason sneered. "This is just the opening move." He dragged himself to his feet, brushing dust from his jacket. "I’ll be seeing you both very soon," he said with a mocking bow. "And next time... it won’t be so polite." Without another word, Mason slipped into the shadows and disappeared through a hidden passage behind the bookshelf, leaving nothing but echoes—and unanswered questions—behind him.

Sienna didn’t care. She wasn’t here for him. She was here for herself. She kept dancing, her body melting into the rhythm, her mind just hazy enough from alcohol to let go. Then… a pair of hands slid onto her waist. A smirk touched her lips. “That was fast,” she teased, not opening her eyes. The grip on her waist tightened, rougher, firmer. Mmm. Stronger, too. A deep inhale. The scent was different. Richer. Spicier.