Twisted Wonderland Female Characters の小説・ストーリー

He pointed to the rock where he’d left the towel. Finally, the person moved from out from the bushes, heading for the rock. Gabe splashed his eyes with water again and rubbed them harder. “Actually,” the stranger said, “I thought ogling your body would help pass the time this dreary day.” Stunned, Gabe exhaled sharply. Words vanished from his mind and he blinked, trying to focus. The blur finally formed into a person…a woman with her hair wound tight on the top of her head who appeared to be wearing a baggy dress.

After a lot of reasoning, she was sure about one thing. 'She is going to prove that she is Twinkle, if it means that she has to let go the outer fake self, the concealments. She would do it. She agrees to let go a part of Selene.' If She wants her love, his husband back, if Deven can't recognise her childhood friend Twinkle, he must meet her by himself, after all, Selene doesn't want to lose him this time. Sensing all the ill motives and planning of Mariah, she was determined to save her husband from all the manipulations and she can't let anyone snatch her love.

The ambassador wasn't enough to end my taste. I wanted a mate. My sister and I would be twenty in a full moon time and we still didn't have a mate and I badly wanted a mate before her. I didn't want to be mocked by the pack members. "What should I do now?" I thought in my head confused. I have wanted to know what the future held for me, and if I would be able to manipulate that future of mine but there was only one way to find out, and that was through a powerful diviner that lived at the end of the pack house.

Although she was very beautiful; tall, slender and with long flowing white hair. "What the fuck do you think you are doing here, Ariel?" Dante finally asked after a brief moment of holding himself back from punching something. Ariel has grown into a full-blown woman that would have every man turning in her corner. The only daughter of the Pure Crescent Pack and self-chosen Luna of Dante. "You don't sound so happy to see me here, my Alpha." "How did you find me?" Dante repeated, emotionlessly.

this way the atmosphere lightens for a bit for them to relax. "I'm Falkor Dalton and she's my mate Elora Astor" their smiles mean how they care for each other. "Marty Russey here this is also my mate Teyla Vixen" "Idris Voss here" "She must be your mate also?" I ask pointing to the other girl who wasn't introduced yet. "I'm Donna Enix and Idris isn't my mate," the girl said. "Oh, I thought he is your mate or Endrich? Are you all partners here? Fascinating but it twists my stomach out of nowhere"

She had fallen down a rabbit hole, and she was finally understanding what Wonderland looked like. There were several people in the room, but most of them were standing around just watching what was happening. And "what was happening" was a girl was getting fucked, hard. A woman with the most beautiful light-brown skin and hair that almost matched. She had a round butt that was sticking up in the air, and Shamira couldn't get a good look at the face because it was between her shins. The girl was bent in half and her wrists were shackled to her ankles.

I glared at this supposed Glinda as I got to my feet. “Will you stop with the stupid alliterations? I am not Glinda the Good Witch. This is not the Wizard of Oz.” Not Glinda rolled her eyes. She’s had enough of my melodrama. Well, too fucking bad. I’m allowed to be as crazy and weird as I want. “I am Chiara, Crone of the Oscurità e Luce coven. The witch that has started this war and is currently keeping you imprisoned in your mind is my twin sister Melania. She’s supposed to be dead.”Chiara sighed.

Fiona follows my gaze, “that’s Wren and Kaede, they’re twins. Would you like to meet them?” She would let me meet her kids after that? I would love to, but I’m afraid I might lose control and hurt them, “I don’t think that’s a good idea right now,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. Clearing my throat, I speak a little louder, “I think we need to leave. Fiona, please, if you don’t mind…” I trail off, hoping she will just hurry up and create her portal.

Yet turmoil swirled like a tempest within her. Was she truly ready to take this monumental step? To surrender her autonomy and bind herself eternally to a virtual stranger? Her palms grew clammy as doubt took root, blossoming like an insidious vine slowly strangling all the effusive hopes she'd once harbored for a love transcendent. Everything just happened like a dream, James doesn’t regard her as her wife, they are just forced into this marriage for financial gain, will she ever be happy in this sham marriage she said to herself as

"Who are you?" She was like me, a half-witch, and a half-werewolf. I shifted too and snarled to make her bow down and make her submit. She only attacked me, and Timor gladly took her from me. I shifted back and looked at her. Strange. It was very strange to see someone like me, I used to walk in this land thinking I was the only half-blood. I was too surprised she shifted back and flick her wand to Timor. I moved fast to deflect it, but it was too late.