Novels by Twisted Lilly

~Alex could not stop smiling.Even during the meeting he had which showed that he had lost a sizeable amount of his stocks in a company in Europe, a news that should have made him sad, he continued to smile. He could not help himself.Seeing Christine after all this time was the best thing to happen to him today. Well, after getting married to his wife that is.When Ruth had asked him to let her go and get Christine back to New York, he had agreed without a second thought.He had guided his agreement under the veil that Ruth needed her best friend since she had always been a part of Ruth's life but actually, he had not agreed because of that. In fact, the thought of Ruth needing Christine especially to settle down in her newly made marital home was absurd and something he would never have tolerated but he needed to see her.He had offered Ruth his private jet to go and get Christine because he could not wait for the delay a commercial airplane would pose.And when Ruth had asked tha

~"I told you I was going to succeed..." Ruth said with a look of triumph on her face and Christine wished she could slap the look off of her face."Hello, Christine. Nice to see you again," Alex finally said to Christine.He spoke in a voice so deep and smooth that something stirred within Christine.Christine smiled at his words not because he had spoken to her but because she knew without a doubt from his voice that he meant it when he said it was nice seeing her again."Thank you. Same here," She managed to say in response.Her eyes flicked to her friend to see if she must have noticed the awkwardness between her and Alex but Ruth looked entirely oblivious to everything."Can you imagine Chris wanted to stay at a hotel instead of with us?" Ruth said to Alex.Christine closed her eyes in annoyance and closed her hands into fists while tucking her lips into her mouth with a wish that she could land her fist into Ruth's face.She did not know why Ruth was such a blabber mouth. Now Al

"Get up Ruth! We will miss our flight!" Christine called out to Ruth from the door of the room"Stop stressing! We are using Alex's private jet," Ruth groaned from the bed before using the pillow to cover her head from the glare of the light that Christine had turned on"Even private jets have schedules, Ruth!" Christine said before matching over to the bed to get Ruth out of it.She was not ecstatic to be leaving but she had accepted her fate and she was pissed that the designer of this whole plan had not even gotten up from bed.Christine placed a palm on Ruth's forehead."Still have a fever?" She asked Ruth."My head bangs like a marching band," Ruth mumbled in pain."Serves you right. Next time you won't go and get wasted again," Christine scolded her.After throwing up early this morning, Ruth had to take an aspirin to deal with her body pains before sleeping.Christine had been worried. She feared that those men she had gone out with had put something in her drink or harmed her.

Christine felt more relaxed after her bath.Her first foster mother after leaving the orphanage had always said that one felt better after a bath although she was not sure if this feeling of relaxation she was feeling was from the bath or from what had transpired during the bath.Clara, her first foster mother was the best she ever had. It had hurt her so much when she had to leave her care when she went to jail.Clara had been an orphan just like her and when she had left orphanage care at the age of sixteen she had refused to stay with a foster family and had survived on her own. She had to make a living for herself which she did by selling drugs.Christine had not known she was a drug dealer when she started living with her. Clara had hidden it so well and it was not until the day when their tiny apartment had been busted by the police did she found out.Although Clara was an addict, she made sure Christine never for once touched any drugs. She even stopped doing drugs in her prese

"A friend?" Christine asked."Yes, a friend," Ruth answered.From the way Ruth's eyes danced with mischief, Christine knew that this was more than just a friend and that there was more to the story."Spill," Christine said in a commanding tone as she looked at Ruth through squinted eyes.Ruth rolled her eyes and said, "He's just a guy I met on Tinder.""On Tinder?" Christine asked shocked as she lifted her body off the bed to have a better view of her friend."Yes, on Tinder," Ruth repeated with an attitude stressing the letter 'r'."What the fuck are you on Tinder for? What are you looking for on Tinder? Do you forget you are married?"The only answer she got from Ruth was just a shrug of her shoulders as she ignored Christine and focused her attention back on the beeping iPhone in her hands.Christine was not going to let this conversation die and so she got off the bed and walked over to where Ruth stood.Ruth was so engrossed in whatever it was she was doing on her phone that she

Christine was livid with fear. She was still confused from being jerked up from sleep and was the more confused to hear Ruth's question.Her sleepy eyes were opened to twice their size as they tried to make out the silhouette of Ruth's figure which was looking above her.Her room was dark. She had not turned the light on when she had come in and collapsed onto her bed. At least that was what she remembered happening. But she was able to see Ruth's face thanks to the dim light that filtered into the room from the opened door.She however could not read Ruth's expression through the dimly lit room but she wished she could. It would have given her a better understanding of what she was about to face."Um..." She started to say trying to fill the silence between them."You were moaning my husband's name, Christine. Why was that?" Ruth asked.Her voice was not helping matters. Christine longed to read Ruth's emotion in her voice since her facial expression was out of the question but Ruth