Novel & Cerita Twisted Twenty-six

She didn’t expect it perhaps. I drew closer to her, and gave her the torch. Then, I bent down a little for her to fall on my arms. She did. I lifted her with quite an amount of strength. Her weight was significant. She held the torchlight with her right hand, and her left hand was around my neck. Her left titty pressed against my chest. It was pleasantly soft. The feeling from that friction was awesome, but I didn’t allow it to interrupt my concentration. The current was turbulent, and the ground was slippery so loosing my concentration would result in something unimaginably bad.

I moved away and then, more white shirts and more white shirts and finally casual wear, then different coats. I continued walking and there were different types of designer shoes in this one. I moved away from all the compartments and my waist hit something solid. I turned around and saw that it was a rectangular-shaped glass table. It was split into two parts. One could see the contents from outside. One part contained more designer watches and the other part, different shades of suit ties in which some were just plain while some were. had designs on them. The question came again Who exactly was this man? I moved back to the door and turned around to take it all in.

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth

Grandma wiggled her eyebrows at the last line. "Grandma, If I say you will see your two grandchildren instead of one in the next seven months, how will you react?" Grandma didn't understand Aspen's words and looks at us getting confused. "Grandma, Winter is pregnant with twins," Aspen says grinning happily. The next thing I know is I'm in Grandma's embrace. "I'm so happy. I never thought you guys would give me grandchildren so soon that too with twins. Today's generation wants to enjoy their married life and thinks about having children after six years of marriage. Thank God I'm lucky. And here somebody used to say he didn't want to marry and now he is starting a family!" Grandma teases Aspe

Somehow I can’t stop thinking of going back… But I can’t, I’m doing him a favor remember… ‘Little miss goodie two shoes’ I smile as I hear a very familiar sassy voice in my head “And what’s wrong with being good” I mumble what I always tell her back. I know I can’t hate anyone…but surely ever since I knew the word hate then I’ve always hated one single person.. Abdul Sabri.. He took away something so precious to me…even before I could have it… my brother. Well, my name is Isqaar. No don’t try to pronounce it, If you care much just call me Issy... I got used to that since no-one ever pronounces my name correctly,..

My subconsciousness sassy said in a duh tone. I was still whining at the pain on my wrist when I heard a grunt coming from the man not far from me. I looked up and my breath shallowed as I looked at the million of dollars he was holding with a unpleasant expression on his face. A Falcon Supernova IPhone 6 pink diamond. With an INSANE price of $48.5 million dollars. Who the heck is this guy? The initial plan was I won’t do anything that would make Andre upset with me but looking at the cracked phone in this man’s hand I am not quite sure that went according to the plan.

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.

Ares and Liam exchanged meaningful looks, giving him a signal to be ready, and of course, the latter just grinning in accordance. "Zenith has the most powerful alliances worldwide. Now, given that every one of you wanted to become a part of Zenith, we can just take everyone in. You, the people inside this room was previously chosen by the father of Zenith. But still, we can't take you all. There were only six powerful families in Zenith, so we can only take six. Who could that be?" Francisco looked at each of them viciously. He was even laughing like he was about to start a good game.

It was colder in the tunnel than I had anticipated. Narrow, twisting, filled with inscriptions and Latin prayers half-erased by moss. But as we ventured deeper, the walls began to change. Symbols emerged. Not religious ones. Branded. Burned. Salvage marks. Nikolai muttered, “They mapped their power through the bones of the city.” After about an hour, Ambrose came to a halt. “Here,” he said. “This door leads to the transfer station.” “What transfer station?” I asked, confused.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.