Twisted Twenty-six Novels & Stories

She scowls at him. “Do you want to leave with me?” He says again. “I don't know you. What makes you think I would just go with a man I didn't even know?” She rolled her eyes. “I don't know you either, won't you say I'm taking the risk?” “I don't just disappear from my parent's events with a total stranger.” Mbali sassed. “I'm Sanele Nkosi, I'm 29 years old and I'm a Crucible, which happens to be the most...”

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life, buried in my system. But I don't know what I want to become." I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I think it's too late for me." He laughed at my plight before carefully removing my hands from my face. "It's never too late, Bee. You can't know what you want to become overnight." "But, I will be twenty-five soon. Twenty-five and jobless. Twenty-five and dreamless. Twenty-five and passionless. I don't know if there is a word like that. But Twenty-five and oblivious don't sound so good."

He says as he gives me a nod. "That means you have around ninety warriors here. We have around...." Chase says but looks to Tasha to get the number. "If you include all warriors, you have about seventy-five of your own," Tasha says, and I can't help but smile. "Well, at least we know the favor is in our odds with higher numbers," I say as I give a small laugh. "Wait, you said you had eyes on his base. Does that mean you know where he is?" Levi asks, looking between Chase and Joseph.

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

"Simon, why would you pick me up in such a shabby car? From now on, don't let me ride in anything worth less than 300 grand." My dad chimed in, "Exactly. My daughter is going to be the wife of the richest man. How could you treat us so casually?" Listening to their words made my toes curl in embarrassment. Simon, who was composed as usual, gave a polite smile and said, "My apologies for the oversight. But for now, let's get in the car. Mr. Stewart is already waiting." Only then did Estel deign to get into the car. She acted as if she were granting everyone a favor. When she saw me inside, her expression soured.

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

This was it – this was what shе had bееn craving, thе oblivion and thе еxquisitе rеlеasе shе had bееn so cruеlly dеniеd for far too long. Tylеr's mouth crashеd against hеrs oncе morе in a fiеry vеlvеt kiss, his hips surging forward in onе sinuous roll that thrеatеnеd to shattеr what was lеft of Sarah's willpowеr. Shе clung to him, fingеrnails raking across thе broad еxpansе of his back as shе opеnеd hеrsеlf to him uttеrly, body and soul.

She cups my face with her elongated fingers and kisses me, her tongue sweet with nectar. “Scott, baby, look at us. We're already gone,” she whispers. Glistening, rippling petals between her thighs close around one of my cocks, forming a custom sheath that elicits slow, hypnotic pulses from me. Around us, chamber walls flex inward, pressing us even closer. At the center, the entity's colossal core rises beneath us, a living throne. Beneath its surface, thick, glowing veins throb with steady light. Above them, the crown parts into five glistening openings, each one pulsing in invitation. The vines still coiled around us tighten, guiding us downward.

“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.

Suddenly it explode in my face and its glistening glittery ashes-like parts reformed into a wand. "Woww..."I opened my palm and it rested on it slowly. As it touched my palm, I felt its pleasing coldness and smooth texture was amazing. I held it with both of my hands and checked every inch of my wand. It was fully detailed and elegant. It was Royal Blue twelve inches stick and a snowflake at the holder part where my thumb should settle. "Not bad," If I was not problematic and down, I would be jumping and bragging about how beautiful it was. I would keep saying how amazing it is. If the situation was just different. But at least, it left my mood up and brought me the courage to continue today