Twisted Twenty-six Novels & Stories

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.

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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.

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

When he heard that, he shook his head quickly, "Don't worry. They all… get better eventually. You will too." "They?" I acted surprised. He nodded, suddenly cheerful. "The young women who were here before… They couldn't see either, but after a week, their sight came back. This is your second week here, so yours will come back soon, too." I swallowed hard. I was horrified, but also even more confused. Why were there so many young women?

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Adrian asked "Oh well, you have something that belongs to me" he said with a teasing smirk "Will that be Miss. Dawson?" He asked "You're smart" he said "When will you learn?" Adrian held Woo Jin's gaze. "If you give up Carolina, I'll consider sparing your son" Woo Jin said Adrian tightened his lips and nodded slowly "I knew it was you. But that's not the problem now" he said and stepped closer to Woo jin's ear “The difference between you and me? I don’t ask. I take. You walked into my space… and thought you had a say.”

He ate me out like a starved man , his tongue pushing inside me, licking my insides , then sliding up to circle the swollen bud before taking it into his mouth, sucking hard and fast. He shoves two fingers inside me , my head snaps backwards as my legs shake, his fingers stroking the spot that drives me mad. I grabbed two fists full of his hair, tugging at the strands as I arch my back, moving my hips roughly riding his face chasing the orgasm threatening to explode all over his tongue. He pulled back slightly “cum on my tongue baby, let me taste you baby”. His mouth quickly going back to continue the delicious assault on my clit. I moaned loud, my voice muffled by the panties, his fingers p

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.

I almost cry out. Brian observes me for a couple of heartbeats. He shakes his head with a smile and turns to Vero and says something to her which I don’t hear due to the uproar around my surroundings and the clatter on my brain. “60 grand” Vero raises her hand and shouts. I look at her in astonishment and keep staring at her. How is this possible? Vero is really taking part in it, yes. That’s what I wanted. “65,” Natasha shouts.