Twisted Times Novels & Stories

Nothing. Seconds. Minutes. Hours- spent tossing and turning. My mind remained obsessing over Isabella Montano, the girl who's world was nothing but toxic.

With Jake gone, all of us became more intense and enthusiastic about work. Once Margeret’s hardcore punishment was disclosed. One of the servers, Jasmin, was late three times in a row, for that she got the chance to visit “Lion’s den”. After five minutes, she was all fire and venom was coming out of her mouth when she came out.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

No one likes being woken up at seven AM on their day off. Especially not when said person had worked a double shift in a busy emergency room right before falling asleep. But when woken up by a grumpy werewolf for a father, you didn’t give the snippy remark you had readied for whoever woke you.

I could tell. I leaned back in the leather seat of my car as it pulled up the long, winding drive to his estate. I was going to see him again, for the second time that week. My parents were counting on me to make things right. I knew i had to do better than the last visit. I rehearsed my intentions, not words. Words would flow naturally when the moment came. I knew how to mold them like clay. What mattered was timing, when to stop speaking,when to smile, when to withdraw, when to lean just close enough to make him forget his own boundaries.

They blabbered on about something at the same time, but I'm not fluent in baby gibberish. But, I did seem to nod at the right time and laugh at the right time because they gave me proud looks. Then, they ran back to the living room. I followed them and spotted my dorogoy on the floor with all kinds of art supplies scattered around. Even Yvette was there. We hired her as the nanny. The twins were a mixture of me and my wife. Blond hair and green eyes. Remy turned around to look at me and her green eyes sparkled. I was immediately behind her, wrapping my arms around her, discretely squeezing her full breast. I finally managed to get her milky tits. She gasped and rubbed her ass against my ragi

He extended his hand, his firm handshake sealing the deal “Welcome to the team, Mr. Anderson." Sebastian's face beamed with excitement, his eyes shining with gratitude. "It's an honor, Mr. Sinclair, and I promise, you won't regret partnering with me," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. Lucas smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I hope so, you'll be invited into the board of meeting soon to finalize the business agreement and your position in the company."

CHAPTER 1: BLOOD. July 3rd,1996. "I can't believe I'm on my knees begging you to spare my life"Tobias O'Connell muttered, bitterly to Wyatt Gentry whom he had supposedly called his best friend for so many years. This bestfriend now held him at gunpoint. "If you had just listened to me,it wouldn't have gotten to this point"Wyatt thundered. Their voices woke eight years old Damien from sleep. Everywhere was dark.