Twisted 소설 & 이야기

Alam ko, mga ganitong bagay ay corny at cringe, pero bakit wala akong ibang maramdaman kundi ang lakas ng tibok ng puso ko? “You know I never think that of you. I’m still sorry; I won’t do it again.” “Oo na! Tama na, ang corny na natin.” Natatawa kong sabi na ikinatawa rin niya. Basta kapag nabibingi sa lakas ng tibok ng puso, kahit ang corny o cringe ng ganitong bagay para sa iba, pero kapag ikaw na mismo, ang sarap pala talaga sa pakiramdam.

Hindi na rin ako nag-aksaya ng oras at agad na nag-reply. "Oo, mahal. Sa tingin ko na ay malapit na rin ako." Matapos magpadala ng mensahe ay muli kong itinuon ang paningin sa labas. Sakay ako ngayon ng lumang bus patungo sa siyudad ng Lumena. Ang tinaguriang The City of Sin. Sa anim na malalaking siyudad sa bansang Vamont ay ang Lumena City ang pinakamalaki, ngunit pinakadelikado. Bukod sa milyon-milyong mga residenteng naninirahan dito ay nandirito rin ang pamosong Underground Society na siyang pugad ng mga makapangyarihan at delikadong mga tao sa lipunan. Kung ako lang ang masusunod ay hinding-hindi ako tatapak sa lugar na ito, ngunit ito lamang kasi ang tanging daan patungo sa iba pang s

ขวัญยิหวาผวาทุกครั้งที่ร่างกายถูกสอดแทรก ความยิ่งใหญ่สอดลึกจนหล่อนสั่นระริกไปทั้งร่าง ความเจ็บที่เขาบอกว่ามากนั้นจริงและความเสียวก็จริงเช่นกัน หล่อนกรีดร้องแว่วหวาน สั่นกระเส่าทุกคราวที่ความยิ่งใหญ่สอดแทรกเข้าออก และเมื่อไตรทศกระแทกเข้ามาแรงๆ หล่อนก็ล่องลอย “อ ๊ายยยย... คุณทศ!” ขวัญยิหวากรีดร้องสุดเสียงพร้อมๆ กับความอัดอั้นที่แตกกระซ่านในร่าง จนหล่อนสั่นกระตุกรัวเร็ว ร่องหนึบหนับก็ตอดรัดความยิ่งใหญ่ของไตรทศแนบแน่น ทว่าไม่ทันที่หล่อนจะหายเหนื่อย ไตรทศก็เริ่มรุกเร้าหล่อนอีกแล้ว

Au contraire de nous retrouver. — Ouah, elle a fait bac plus 12 pour te donner ce conseil ? — Tu vas arrêter ? Elle nous propose de participer à un stage de tantrisme qu’elle anime. — Tantrisme ? C’est quoi ? — C’est une tradition indienne qui allie spiritualité et sexualité grâce à des pratiques spécifiques. L’expression de scepticisme qu’elle affiche alors me fait sourire malgré moi. J’avale une gorgée d’un bon côte du Rhône ce qui contribue à ma gaieté naissante.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. The sound of police sirens in the distance only added to her dizziness, the wailing growing louder with each passing second. She didn't know what made her head spin: if it was the loss of blood from Marcus's brutal grip, the sound of the police siren's car approaching, or the fact that the man she once loved had just told her she had killed his brother.

"Like I said, that'll be two-fifty, plus the unloading f*e, so we're looking at closer to three twenty-five—" I want to scream. More money that I don't have. The tow guy's talking to me and the Rental Twerp stands in the doorway glaring with his hands on his hips, and I'm on the edge of panic, trying not to lose my freaking mind, with both of them sniping at me and at each other, and there's no escaping this. I'm screwed. Christopher's going to catch me. Except I know there's one way out, and it's sitting in my pocket.

“Every test, every mind broken, every life rebuilt. You carry his name, but not his sins.” “Shut it off,” Nikolai snapped, pounding the console with his fist. “You can’t stop what’s already in motion,” Sergei said. “Because you’re standing inside it.” The screens turned red. A countdown began. 00:59. Nikolai cursed. “He wired the servers — it’s going to blow.” “Can we disable it?” I shouted in panic. He ripped open a panel, wires spilling out. “I can try!” Isabella stepped forward, her voice trembling. “He always said… the system responds to him.”