Twisty Quotes Novels & Stories

Diya also joined them and sat beside Swaroop. "In the competition of finding relatable quotes for every situation which conveniently allows u to get away with ur faults nd reduces the guilt with self pity and all of sudden u behave as a victim ..... Actually such quotes wipes the real u in u ..... So sorry I am not follower of all of them but some old, deep quotes are still my fav" she said thoughtfully because she is really bored with stories on i*******m where almost everyone puts such quotes to get away with their deeds. "Umm not always ..... Some of them can be really relatable" Diya said.

"Okay, that's correct. Lucky guess. Where did I go to college?" "The University of Portland where you earned a degree in Business Economics and went on to achieve an MBA." "Fine, that's right, but—" "Go ahead, ask me anything you want. Your favorite color is green. You loathe purple which is why you draped it all over our room. You're loving and gentle, but you have an angry streak wider than the A****n river. You like The Beatles, think the Rolling Stones would be better without Mick Jagger, and you're a Swiftie but also hate the term Swiftie. You like that god-awful show Supernatural because you think that Jensen actor has beautiful eyelashes. You kept a LiveJournal for years longer than i

A smirk played on my face as I twisted his own words against him. “Using my own words against me now? Princess? “ He hissed his eyes fixed on the paper. ” “Maybe I am maybe I am not. ” His turbulent eyes ascended to meet my gaze. “You are playing a very dangerous game princess.” He said, averting his gaze to me. I whispered the phrase "I'm counting on it. I am counting on it Nikolai and I will enjoy every second of this dangerous game till I watch you shake and break! ” An extended silence unfolded between us — filled with tension.

She shrieks when she sees me even though she just saw me two days ago. We hug and walk side by side to our Administrative Law class. We sit by each other in the middle bench in the middle row. I take out my books and sit ready with my pen. Professor Viktor talks like a speed train. One missing word and you're going to get confused. "Now spill. Why do you look so glum." "Psh. I'm not glum. I'm very happy. In fact, I was singing on my drive here. You know who sings while driving? Happy people."

, William suddenly said with a very serious look on his face and I looked up at him with an expressionless face as I chewed slowly. "Amy, I-", he started again and I pushed a piece of my cotton candy into his mouth. I giggled as I watched the surprised look on his face. He pulled everything in and chewed slowly. "I thought you don't like sugary things", I said as I took a bite as well. "Well, I can't help it if you are the one giving it to me", he said with a shrug and I rolled my eyes at him. Cheesy. I looked at the merry-go-round as it moved slowly and I stared at it.

“Need some help with something?” I shook my head at her and continue to wash up my face ignoring her presence. I am ashamed of the fact that she caught me at my weakest. “You know sometimes it helps to reach out to a stranger. I know you have been mopping ever since you came in. Your smile doesn’t reach your ears and your eyes don’t sparkle with happiness. They’re rather dull.” I rose my head and side glance her. She shrugged with pouted lips. “It comes with the job. I am Katy Legacy, I am sure you kn…”

It felt surreal to read, “In this world of chaos, you're my peace.” I must've said that to someone, or perhaps they said it to me. Or maybe it was a movie quote or something. “Mrs. Whitlock will see you now, Miss Wilson.” A man’s voice cut through my thoughts, and I realized I had been sitting in the living room, spinning through my thoughts about my tattooed body. “Alright. Thank you,” I replied, striving to remain calm, respectful, and composed. He nodded and turned on his heels while I rose from the chair to follow him. I watched him coordinate with the other maids as they tidied up the already pristine living room.

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.

“And you’re going to tell me who it is, aren’t you?” His Adam’s apple bobbed again. “F-Fusion…Alliance.” Sighing, I nodded and smiled. “See. Was that so hard? You had to go through all that fuss for a little name. But I told you it would be the last question. I’m good on my word.” Stepping back, I snapped my fingers making him jerk. “You know. I forgot something.” Digging around in my pocket, I rolled a coin through my fingers. “It’s a stupid habit. I know. It’s just…how can I stop? What if it stops you from making your way across and you get stuck? We can’t have that, now can we?”

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 , 𝑰𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 " - UNKNOWN QOUTES - ZI ARA " 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒐𝒐𝒉𝒉𝒉, 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 " 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎.