Twitches Book Novels & Stories

I was afraid of her silence. On Friday night, a week before Italy, as the students were making secret parties with their respective friends inside the rooms, to celebrate the end of senior year as they pleased, sneaking alcohol in, and all sorts of drugs, the misfits brought from the city on one of their runs to the city everybody knew they made, once or twice a week by using the secret corridors beneath the castle in the middle of the nights. I cleared out my book closet to take them to my room. I did not have many things, but they were enough weight to make my back hurt a little. I felt things the entire week. For the first time in my life I actually understood the meaning of 'migraine'. I

My body convulsed, bones snapping audibly, protesting the invasion as my body tried to accommodate the nexus that had consumed half of Zarek’s soul inch by inch. Each twitch of my muscles sent shockwaves of searing pain through every nerve. People were screaming, yelling, and crying around me. Blinding pain clawed at my senses, drowning out the chaos surrounding me into the consuming, haunting, alarming whispers from the nexus book. And the dark whispers kept getting louder and louder while I tried to fight the primal urge of my body to continue reading that book. My head felt like it would explode while my heart suffered from what seemed worse than an attack.

She says as she hands me the book that has clearly been read a lot of times. Sitting down I take the book from her, our hands briefly touch again the strange but pleasant feeling is there. “Thank you, I’ll definitely give it a read” She just nods and goes back to watching the swans. “Astrid” She turns to look at me “Ye!” Her big golden eyes turn looking at me directly, and for the first time I notice that her eyes look as though they are swirls of golden lava moving.

I screamed as black and white spots started to appear in my eyes, my whole body shaking. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

“Yes, yes, let me see what we have here. Ah, there it is.” Stan climbs onto one of the library ladders that extends to the top of the stacks. After looking for a few moments, he pulls out a thick, heavy tome with the title, “Wolves: Myths and Legends” engraved in silver script against the brown leather cover. The pages are edged in gilt. He carefully descends the ladder and gives it to me. “This is what immediately sprang to mind when I got the call from Dr. Tawny. There is a passage in chapter seven that talks about the magic of twins.”

It twitched when I stared, like it knew I was looking. Holy shit. It worked. The book. The pen. The stupid wish I wrote half-crying last night. I had a cock. And I looked like a goddess. I stood there for a solid minute, breathing hard, just… staring. Then reality hit. School. Mom downstairs. Kira.

Tina's Pov The library had emptied hours ago, and a storm raged outside. Unlocking my phone, I sent a quick text to Mark stating I was going to wait it out instead of driving in the rain. I should have busied myself with catalogues but instead I'd slipped to my office, cunt still pulsing angrily at being unsatisfied. Pulling out my darkest, twisted book, I opened it to my favourite page. My eyes scanned the words. "....he pinned her wrists above her head while his friend's cock shoved into her protesting pucker. She wailed and trashed. Her voice hoarse from begging as he shoved three fingers up her oozing pussy ....."

My legs shake violently, muscles twitching uncontrollably. They still don’t stop. “Please… I’m begging you” I sob, gasping desperately for air between broken moans. “It hurts so good but I can’t take any more… please, just give me one minute—” Marcus places another fresh strawberry directly on my clit. All three of them take turns sucking it off, their tongues fighting over my most sensitive spot in a relentless, wet assault. The overstimulation is brutal now. Every lick feels like fire and electricity shooting through my exhausted body.

my female best friend, Aurora, yells in my ear and I shake my head, letting the few strands of thick black curls that aren’t held back in my low ponytail fly all over the place. I can't slow down, if I do that the troubles I'm running from will swallow me up…and I don't want that. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to stress, I don't want to worry…I just want to dance the last night of my life away. The air seems to buzz around me with electrical pulses, and my head snaps up to find grey eyes watching me. “Oh…” I mutter and both Jayden and Aurora turn their heads to find what I'm looking at.

My name is Stella Basile im twenty one. I once lived a normal life. A normal life for a witch that is. My family were part of a large coven in Maine. I loved it there, we all did. When I was sixteen, everything changed. My family calls it the event. I know cheesy right? It was definitley a life-changing event. One that dispersed everyone and our coven was no more. I mostly do not remember what happened and no one will talk about it.