Where To Read Twisted Love Novels & Stories

OLIVIA The whole class is buzzing with everybody doing their own thing, but that won't distract me from my reading. I'm on page 57 of Rhys and Bridget's love story in Twisted Games - my all-time favorite book. I've lost count of how many times I've read it; I'm drawn to it again, ready to dive back into the world of twisted games and its characters. My gaze drifts up, scanning the room. That's when I see him - Nathan. He stands by the entrance of the class, his eyes scanning every moment as if searching for someone. I quickly duck my head and try to pretend like I am reading the book right now.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” “I hate you.” I would’ve been more convincing had the words not come out so breathless. “Hate is just another word for love.” He slipped a hand beneath my sweater and cupped my breast while trailing a string of fiery kisses down my neck. “I don’t think that’s right,” I said, caught between laughing and moaning. God, his hands and mouth were magic. I shot a furtive glance at the doorway to the dining room. Missy and Ralph were nowhere in sight…yet. But the possibility of getting caught made the whole thing hotter—I was so wet I was afraid I’d leave a noticeable spot on Alex’s pants when I stood.

I inquired with a frown hanging on my face. "Lie? I thought you were the one that came saying that you saw me going to the stream which I did and you liked me." She returned quickly with a worried Look on her face. She wasn't the one that I had fallen in love with that day, I had always felt it. It was all a deception. "What's happening here?" Sharon inquired quickly with a confused look on her face. Then, I began to perceive the scent of cologne mixed with ginger. So sweet that I forgot all my anger and sorrows and I continued sniffing the air.

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She could see the war in his eyes, the constant tug between the ruthless leader and the man learning how to love, how to trust, how to feel without fearing the consequences. She pressed a kiss to his chest, over the beating heart that had softened for her in ways she never thought possible. “Come back to bed with me. Just for a while.” He hesitated, then finally nodded. As they walked back hand in hand, the storm began to calm outside, but the one within them still stirred quietly, dangerously, like a tide gathering strength beneath the surface.

Sometimes we have a reading chat night and it’s huge fun but at the moment we’re all reading something different. “Twisted Lies.” Lilly says. “I love the Twisted series. But Chestnut Springs is my fave.” Tammy says. “That’s my favorite too.” I say. “What you reading, Tammy?” I ask as I delve into my large Jacob’s bag for my book. “The Housemaid.” She shows me the cover. “Oh wow, that is amazing. I read the sequel. You know there’s a third one out, right? I thought you were in to your smutty hockey books.” I giggle.

Aurora latched on eagerly, sucking with slow, deep pulls that sent sparks of pleasure through Sophia’s body. “Let them come,” Sophia murmured, voice low and dark. “We’ll give them exactly what they think they want.” The ritual “Seeds of Betrayal” began under the blood moon. Over 68 million viewers flooded the encrypted global stream. The sanctuary was packed — nearly one hundred and twenty bodies from the merged bloodlines. The air was stifling, thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm milk, sweat, and the sharp undercurrent of ambition and distrust.

Carolina sat curled up in the velvet armchair beside the fireplace, a book open in her lap but she had not turned the page in ten minutes. Instead, she stared at the words without seeing them. “How am I supposed not to fall for him,” she whispered to herself pressing the book against her chest, “when he notices things like this?” She hated that her heart softened for him, she hated it because Adrian was cruel, cold and dangerous. And yet somehow, he remembered the exact edition of her favorite book, that alone makes her stomach growled. With a sigh, she placed the book down and headed toward the kitchen but she slowed when she heard voices.