Twisted Tv Series Novels & Stories

"Hey, I have a suggestion, why not shove your opinion down your throat – if you're going to act like a complete dick, then it makes sense you're from the Blood Moon Pack." His mouth actually twitched at that, but Freya just sighed and retrieved the remote control from the round pine coffee table. Switching on the T.V., she sought out the news channels. Victor came to stand beside the sofa. "You watch the news?" "It has been a while since I got an update on what is happening. I just want to watch the headlines of today. Care to join, although you don't strike me as a news person." Frowning, Victor gingerly sat beside her. "Well, Dante made us like some news agency called I*. They're great bec

“You weren’t hurt. You were just pissed and you were thinking about my fingers inside you the whole time, weren’t you?” I shoved at his chest. He didn’t move. Instead, he grabbed my wrists, pinned them behind my back with one hand, and kissed me hard. It was angry and desperate. Teeth and tongue and pure hunger. I kissed him back just as cruelly, hating how much I needed this. Davies spun me around and bent me over the couch. He yanked my shorts and panties down in one rough motion, leaving them tangled around my ankles. “Fuck, look at this pretty pussy,” he growled, running two fingers through my folds. “Already dripping for your ex-husband’s brother.”

"We’re not sure he’ll even be there. Last report said he took off right after the broadcast." "He’ll show up," Alessia murmured. "He’ll purge the traitor and reclaim control — he’s predictable that way." Matteo blew out a breath. "This family drama is like Game of Thrones if it grew up on the streets of Baltimore." They geared up—checking weapons, strapping on blades, testing comms. When Alessia tucked her knife into a thigh holster, Nikolai’s gaze lingered. "You sure you’re steady?" She met his eyes. "My whole life just shattered. I don’t want steady…"

His mother had given him instruction to clear out the loose end who had threaten to expose them if they don’t add to his pay. “You know one thing about weed, Josh?” Ryan said to the guard who shielded him with the umbrella. “No matter how you treat them, they are still unwanted” he added and started walking over to were Martin was. The sound of the water splashing as Ryan stepped on puddles notified Martin that someone was behind him. “The dead are unconscious of nothing; that’s a popular saying from the Jehovah’s Witnesses yunno” Ryan stated as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. He held it out and a guard lit it up for him.

They are just like normal humans suffering down here with those ropes tied around them. "You? How is this possible you are already dead" one of them said confusing me? By you?? Grabbing a small amount of Idris's arm wings since he is wearing a sweater I pulled it twice noticing it he leaned a little bit to me. "Is he referring to me? I whispered to him asking. "Probably" he whispered back. So they know me? "Sachiko Walter?" The other one asks saying my name so it is me. But, I don't know them what are they saying I'm already dead?

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

I threw the abortion report from the Healer in their faces and had the guards throw them out. After reading the report and confirming that I had truly aborted the only heir of the Twilight pack, the Ackhursts completely lost their minds. They momentarily dropped their fear of Dad's authority and stood outside the gates of the Bloodmoon pack. There, they cursed me for being ungrateful and disloyal. Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…"

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.

"This isn't a datе, rеmеmbеr? Just two friends catching up." "Whatеvеr you say, gorgеous." Tylеr's grin didn't faltеr as hе еasеd thе car back into traffic, his hand straying to hеr thigh in an all-too-familiar carеss. Sarah shiftеd in hеr sеat, fighting thе urgе to brush his hand away. Thеy had bееn down this road bеforе, had fallеn into thе toxic pattеrn of hеatеd passion and bittеr rеcriminations morе timеs than shе could count.

I couldn't bring myself to call her mother, but I managed to loosen my stiff arms to rub her back, "It can't be that bad." "If that man touches one hair on your head, I swear-" "That's enough," the large man barked. It was then that I noticed that he had an accent and several tattoos running up his neck. And was that a gun tucked into his waist band? Who the fuck were these people? "Don’t fuck this up," she hissed into my ear before pulling away and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. The goon grabbed me by my elbow and began to lead me up the stairs.