Twisted Tv Series Novels & Stories

I said, following closely behind him as he rose from the chair. “We’ll see who ends up worse off,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Tell me!” I grabbed his shirt, turning him around to face me. “I put you inside bed, and lots of things happened,” he whispered softly in my ear. My eyes went wide open as he spoke. I snapped, pushing him backward. “You didn’t touch me! That’s what a psychopath would do. You are more twisted, Nick Leister.” “Hmmm, am I?”

I stood there in silence, my heart racing. I came out of the closet dressed, and Aleksander was lying on his back on the bed. His eyes were half closed. I slipped on my slippers and made my way out. Downstairs, I found Grandma and Alf sitting on the couch, watching something on TV. Grandma saw me and motioned for me to join them. They were watching a documentary I did not really understand, but I sat down beside Sarah anyway, feeling surprisingly at peace in that moment. “How I cannot wait for the twins to come home from boarding school,” Grandma said. “We can finally spend more time together as a family.”

I watch cars speed past, kicking up dirt and dust, leaving exhaust fumes in my throat. I nearly made it out. Almost, but not quite. I call the cheapest-looking tow truck company I can find on G****e and wait for them to show up. I keep taking out Eros's card and typing in his number, but I keep closing the app before making the call. I made my decision. I won't go crawling back to him so soon. "Yep, that's a flat," the tow guy says when he arrives, frowning at the blown-apart rubber, scratching at his bald scalp. "Where's the spare?"

Ainara was clearing away Andres’s breakfast—the bowl of chocolate rice porridge he barely touched, the spoon that was hardly used. She placed them carefully on the tray, trying to show tenderness and patience. The television was on in the background, tuned to CNN. The news showed footage of the airport in New York. The people, the lines, the departure gates—all familiar sights. Andres glanced at the screen, his eyes cold, but his brow twitched slightly. It was as if a memory knocked at the back of his mind.

His house became uncomfortable for her. It's been months since Elena started living with the troubled couple, Rob began developing feelings for Elena, he would make advances at her and make passive statements that showed he wanted her. Britney traveled leaving Rob and Elena at home. Elena was in the kitchen when Rob walked in and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Elena startled and ran out from his embrace. "What are you doing Uncle?" Elena asked him confused and worried. "I've told you not to call me uncle, I'm not your uncle. Just call me Rob..... you know I like you so much and I've been admiring you a lot. You've grown into a very beautiful girl. allow me to bask in the warm

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

He visits me whenever he hears that I'm back at the village. I dressed up quickly and went out. It wasn’t Eben. It was Esther, and with her was her sister. Esther was a high school student in her final year, the daughter of grandma's friend. I knew her and everything about her family. Rumour in the community had it that, her father and brothers dabbled in the occult. Her mum had divorced her dad. And her three sisters were married. She was the last born of her mum and dad. Her dad had another wife, but there were no children between them except step children.

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.

he mocks, raising an eyebrow. "My family was supposed to be the head of the bratva, Rocco stole what was rightfully mine and I want it back, it's not a sin to take back whats yours" I say raising my voice theatrically. "Well, now we know why they want you dead" he pokes, making me roll my eyes. "Look, this is a win win situation, you get Annie, I get the Bratva and Adriano gets rid of the one trying to kill him" I convince "Fine...but you do know once he sees your tattoo our plan falls apart, right?" He says, crossing his arms.

I didn't know how to respond, I didn't know exactly what I saw, well I saw a wolf-man monster with red glowing eyes. Santiago sets the white metal medical box next to me on the daybed before motioning with his fingers towards my legs with the deep scratches caused by that monster’s claws. “May I have permission to touch your body?” He asked, looking at me for the first time in my eyes. I nodded, he didn’t have to ask me to touch my body in order to help me with this crazy scenario that had unfolded so quickly after I threw my hot tea in Kol's face. My life is turned from the right side up to upside down. I was dragged down this whirlpool of this new crazy reality of life now whether I wanted