Twisted Threads Novels & Stories

I preferred violence, threat, it always worked. He sat at his desk, stacks of money decorating the centre as he threw each of them in to his safe behind him. "Ah, Jason! I was wondering where you got to" he greeted. "Traffic" I muttered sitting down on the couch as far away as possible from the drunk men sat near his desk smoking cigars and sipping on whiskeys. "Gentlemen, continue telling Cory about your recent encounters with Doket, I'll be back" Thiago smugly spoke. Clearly manipulating them.

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

“Did you find the guy?” I bark on the phone as soon as my brother Owen calls me to update me on the present hazard situation that we are going through. The top floor where all our sibling’s offices are located was in the fire a day ago, some important document for the next board of meeting had been snatched from my desk drawer, someone hacked Viola’s computer took away information for a forthcoming auction bid that our company is expected to involve, Owen’s computer has been destroyed which cause us to miss the latest flies of the London project that we are working on.

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

"Like I said, that'll be two-fifty, plus the unloading f*e, so we're looking at closer to three twenty-five—" I want to scream. More money that I don't have. The tow guy's talking to me and the Rental Twerp stands in the doorway glaring with his hands on his hips, and I'm on the edge of panic, trying not to lose my freaking mind, with both of them sniping at me and at each other, and there's no escaping this. I'm screwed. Christopher's going to catch me. Except I know there's one way out, and it's sitting in my pocket.

The twist had tested our mettle, but we had proven our resilience once again. With the takeover attempt thwarted, we set out on a new path—a path defined by our unwavering commitment to ethical practices and our dedication to making a positive impact. The twist had strengthened our resolve, solidifying our determination to create lasting change within our industry. In the aftermath of the twist, we redoubled our efforts to be agents of transformation. We established initiatives to support small businesses and promote sustainability. We engaged in partnerships with organizations dedicated to social responsibility, using our platform to advocate for the marginalized and underserved.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

Not when everything depended on it. --- [

“The threads… they’re aligning. We have to synchronize.” “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “We can’t… this is too much.” But the words fell flat. The force pulling them together ignored her protests. It wasn’t violent. Not yet. But it was insistent. Relentless. The twins flared violently, flame arcing in jagged ribbons, frost spiraling like razor edged vines but even they couldn’t fully resist the surge that now coursed through Lyra. Their energy pulsed independently yet harmonized with the alien threads, creating a storm of chaos that shimmered across the battlefield.