Twisted Wonderland Novels & Stories

I could feel a pair of hazel brown eyes staring at me from right across the room and I swallowed hard, unable to believe my own eyes Is this what they call as coincidence? "Dude, she is smoking hot. Am I dreaming or something? She is so freaking young. I thought she would be around 30 or something," Ryan gushed beside me while I gave him a nervous smile. David began to introduce the team members one by one and he finally pointed at me. "That's Nate Wilson, our game designer and the most valuable asset of our company."

Even Sylvester is letting Rufus sit closer to the surface, his eyes glowing. "Nothing here is quite what it seems," Sly smiles as he drags me into a booth titled "Wonders of the Worlds." There are so many unusual and incredible things inside that I can't help but stare, my eyes unable to rest as they dart around trying to see everything. Usually at shows like this the "entertainment" is so obviously fake that nobody would guess that it is real.

"A girl who can control the Timewinder? What does that mean? Also, what is a Timewinder? Who's this girl you're referring to?" Henri shook his head. "The Timewinder is a Partingian artifact from Wonder's world. It has powerful abilities, but only the girl can control it. Father said that this girl would be born extraordinary, originating from the dawn of the universe. She's the only one who can change everything. Her genes are different from others. She comes from a faraway place, the Otherworld.”

The labyrinthine passages stretched before them like the intricate threads of a spider's web, promising doom to those who were careless or unlucky. As they first beheld the maze, they took the time to study its entrance. It was adorned with symbols and inscriptions, some of which hinted at the hidden mechanisms that allowed the walls to shift, the floors to open, and the blades to swing. Each trap was meticulously designed, each snare carefully hidden. The twins knew that their every step would be fraught with danger, that their every decision could mean life or death.

But in the free time, I used to enjoy it alone or sometimes with Sakshi. "It's our first Christmas together Love. I want to make it special." He says while stroking my cheek. I smiled at him and said, "Now let's go. We have lots of shopping to do. Today I will make your pockets hurt, Mr Warren." He chuckles at me, "I also want you to hurt my pocket, Mrs Warren. I have a big mansion to decorate, and I want the whole place decorated like this street. My employees want a Christmas party from me, and I don't think they will let me go away without giving them a party." His eyes sparkling while saying, I know it's his happiness that his employees loves and respects him. "Let's go this way. Love."

“So many things have happened…” I shift in my chair, crossing my arms as I take in the scene around us. The party is exactly what the twins dreamed of—vibrant, colorful, and magical. The grand hall has been transformed into a fantastical world, with colorful banners, shimmering streamers, and enchanted figures flitting about the corners. The real dragon they wished for was replaced by an enchanted plush dragon, twice their size. The creature moves and lets out dragon-like roars, sending waves of excitement through the children.

"You are home right now; that is all that matters." Reaching out, Isabella squeezed Sharon's hand. "That you're back makes me happy. I missed you sis" Sharon grinned, her sister's words warmed her heart. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you," Isabella exclaimed with unexpected brightness on her face. "I also have some good news" " What is it about?" Sharon inquired. "I'm engaged." Holding up her hand to expose a glittering ring, Isabella said. "Isabella, that's fantastic!," Sharon said Pulling her kid into an embrace.

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.

Dangerous. “So, San Juan,” Isabella said, swirling her wine. “I want something bold. Sexy. A resort that makes people feel like they’ve escaped the world.” Andres nodded, flipping through the concept sketches. “We can play with contrast—raw textures, open spaces, and warm lighting. Think barefoot luxury.” Isabella smirked. “Barefoot luxury. Sounds like you.” Andres didn’t flinch. “I wear shoes. Most days.” Isabella laughed. “You’re always so composed. Don’t you ever let loose?”

I bet he was the one being auctioned yet his aura still gave off dominance despite his hands being handcuffed. “We’re just on time. That’s him,” Kyle whispered. Huh? Putting aside the fact that he was tall and physically fit, he was not as scary as I expected him to be. Was it just me stereotyping? I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him.