Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You're not stealing me." "Feels like stealing you." He pulls me into the bushes again. Just like the other side, it's a narrow gap. I'm pressed close, breathing in his smell, just like my fantasy from a few minutes ago. I shiver, trying to get a hold of myself, but this guy's driving me crazy. "You're helping me." I try to push him away, but I might as well try to bite through steel. "That's all." "Let's pretend it's something more." He's talking to me, but he's looking around like he's waiting for something. "It's more fun if I'm the dashing commoner stealing a princess out from under the nose of the evil, dastardly king."

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

The trauma from her kidnapping had faded to a manageable memory, integrated into who she'd become: cautious but not paralyzed, aware of danger but not consumed by it. The twins, now eight years old, were supposed to be on their best behavior. Jackson was charming donors with his natural charisma. James was hiding under a table drawing in his sketchbook, perfectly content in his quiet world. "James, come out," Lucy said gently, crouching down. "You promised you'd try." "I'm drawing Mrs. Anderson. She has an interesting face." James showed her the sketch. It was actually quite good, capturing the elderly donor's kind expression.

Meanwhile, my mom said she wanted four pounds of gold so she could drape herself in jewelry. Estel fantasized about whether to hold her wedding abroad or domestically, with plans for a global live broadcast. I simply shook my head as I read their messages. Meanwhile, the car had long left the city. It was heading deeper into more desolate areas. However, the three of them remained oblivious to this as they were too absorbed in their fantasies to notice what was outside the windows. Before long, the car stopped in front of an abandoned factory. Simon's chilling laugh broke the silence. "We've arrived. Please, step out of the car."

"It seems a bit complicated. There was a slight pause, he continued. “I'm engaged to Isabella, but I have a child with her sister who I happen to have a one night stand with, and I just found out about it.” Isabella now knows that I had a one night stand with her sister Sharon and am caught between them. I have no idea what to do. Alex let out a long moan. "Man, that's a tough place. But let me ask you this: Who would you like to be with?” Davis halted momentarily before he could respond.

Tali standing up for Zayn when the shifter versus wizard bullying started. Our powers mingle and merge into a strange kind of shared magic. We’re so shockingly similar in that way, maybe more than I realized. He mouths the same spells I know so well from my early days as a witch. Twin memories of us, worlds away from each other, show us both in deep study–Zayn drawing the entire moon cycle on the beach with a stick, while I’m at my desk in my room in Moonrise, carefully sketching it out, memorizing smooth curves and little notches so important in spellwork.

Raff: Aiden and I have just finished eating breakfast, and he is caressing me lovingly while talking about how he wants to make me cum next when our arms start to tingly and the vines glow silver. A cold air seems to swirl around the room and my nipples pebble from the cold then a frosty feeling moves gradually up my arm. I know this is Winter Fae Magic and Willow doesn’t know how to control it, or even what she is doing. Aiden is in a panic. His eyes turn yellow then gold and glow.

Yet the twin’s invitation was intoxicating, an embrace of power that threatened to swallow her whole. With a breath that trembled on the edge of surrender, Nyra leaned in. Her lips met the twin’s, a clash of hot kiss and cold shadow, mingling flesh and magic in a final, desperate embrace. Their tongues tangled, drawing secrets from each other: the curse, the legacy, the promise of dominion. As their bodies moved together, Nyra felt the ancient blood stir within her, tendrils of power she had only glimpsed before. It roared to life now, unrestrained, unholy.

“I have to go. But don’t think this is over. Not by a long shot.” As he turned and walked away, my mind raced, trying to process everything that had just happened. Was this really the end of it? Or was this just the beginning of something even more dangerous—and perhaps even more twisted—than I could ever have imagined? One thing was for certain: I was no longer just a pawn in a game I didn’t understand. I was the one holding the pieces now. And I was about to make my move.

“Just feel.” The world outside faded. The quiet house, the unanswered calls, the secrets waiting in the shadows — all of it disappeared as they surrendered to each other. For that night, they were no longer step-siblings bound by duty and circumstance. They were two souls colliding, rediscovering a passion that had been buried but never forgotten. Andres’s memories remained incomplete, but his body remembered, his heart remembered. And Ainara, trembling yet resolute, gave in to the love she had tried so hard to deny.