Novel & Cerita Twisted Times

Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other. Tired of wasting time, Simon waved his hand. Three bodyguards stepped forward. They grabbed all three of them and dragged them into the abandoned factory. Not long after, their screams echoed from inside. The metallic scent of blood seeped through the tightly shut doors. Even I couldn't help but shiver at this. "Ms. Esmeray, Mr. Stewart would like to meet with you," Simon said. His tone was polite once again as he invited me back into the car.

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

I had something for him 'No one harms Mariano without a consequence. Likewise, no one helps me without compensation.' "You can't trust him, boss". Torillio was always paranoid. I could understand though. "Marco was a stranger at the right place and the right time, isn't that suspicious "? Torillio asked me. I cared less. "Enough Torillio", I called him into order. "Let's talk business. Our shipment will come in three days' time. We'll be there to oversee the operation".

“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.

"Oh, I thought he is your mate or Endrich? Are you all partners here? Fascinating but it twists my stomach out of nowhere" "Donna is mine" another guy came. Donna smiled and approach the guy. "You are?" I asked gesturing to him. "Atreyu Windsor alpha of evergreen pack" then he is the other guy yesterday. "Nice to meet you all" was it nice to meet them? I'm glad to know them but seeing them forms a pain inside me that I can't explain. "What's that?" I ask when an eagle landed on Idris's hand with an envelope with it.

The twists of his persuasive arguments resonated with citizens from various timelines, fostering a sense of unity that transcended the uncertainties of their cosmic nature. In the cosmic realm, Elara confronted the Temporal Weaver with a plea for guidance. The twists of their dialogue revealed a cosmic symbiosis—the joint empire's existence was not an anomaly to be feared but a catalyst for a new era of interdimensional cooperation. The Temporal Weaver, acknowledging the joint empire's potential, wove cosmic energies that stabilized the twists of alternate timelines.

The Twist was hidden in the technology. Earlier, Daniel had performed a "digital handshake" to bypass the gala’s firewall. He had told me it was to track Pierce. I didn't see the trick yet. I only saw the betrayal. I only felt the sting of being the fool who had helped the wolf into the sheepfold.

“Zio (uncle) Alessandro!” Two voices — identical, high-pitched, and dripping with mischief — rang out. Alessandro didn’t have to look up. He already knew who it was. The twins. Matteo and Marco. His younger cousins — fifteen years old, chaotic as hell, and a constant thorn in his side. Dressed in matching black hoodies and ripped jeans, their dark curls and mischievous grins were a mirror of each other. “Did we just hear something about an explosion?” Matteo smirked, plopping onto Alessandro’s leather couch.

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

_____ 2 hours before the gala Lorenzo Mozetti " The Marios have delivered their share in Mexico. The gang generally have no complain" "Of course, they don't". Smoke puffed out of Lorenzo's lips as his eyes bored into his private club stage, where one of the girls was putting on a show for him. Her movement against the pole was enough to put him in the mood but tonight, he wasn't feeling it. He waved his hand for his right hand man to continue. Carl paused" The shipments will be delayed for a week extra". He warily watched for his boss reaction but the man just tapped his finger on his wine glass bottle