Blank Spin Wheel Novels & Stories

It was crazy how such little actions made his insides take turns to do back flips, summersaults and every acrobatic move they could think of. “You-” Simultaneously, they jumped at the sound of the loud blaring horn coming from the car behind them. They looked up and noticed the traffic light had flashed a green. “Oh, shit,” Seb said aloud, grabbing the steering wheel. Immediately, he switched the car on, bit his lip and offered Alex one final glance. Much to his surprise, he caught Alex still staring and smiling at him. Feeling the familiar butterflies erupt in his stomach, he quickly looked away and directed his attention towards the road.

We both loved this game. “Yup. Let me explain the rules of this game for all to hear. Each turn will include two spins. The first spin indicates the target. The second spin indicates the weapon to be used on said target. Each time a target is chosen, they will be asked a question. If they lie, stall, or refuse to talk then they will get two weapon spins. Let’s begin!” A dark chuckle burst from my mouth when I saw their faces paling. Each of their hearts began racing, and fear perfumed around them. Goddess, they were weak bitches alright. Perhaps they should have thought about that before they decided to fuck with our pack and our family.

“What is it covered in” “Swarovski pink and white diamonds”, coos Meme. “Spin bought it at the motor show last year when they were showcasing his new bike design. You know, like the one he made you, Lala. He’s selling those for like two hundred and fifty grand a piece”! “Good for him”, I said as I climbed into the car. “Come on Jonny”, I called as I hit the garage door remote to open it. Jonny climbs in, “Courtney, watch Gabby. We’ll be back”!

All of them were intricately designed. The Ellenean colleague who used to tease Timothy nudged him with an elbow and joked in Floran, "You should thank me! Without my help, how would you have married our little princess?" Timothy smiled. "So how should I thank you?" The colleague grinned. "You're planning to have a petal patrol during the wedding, right? I want to join in." I couldn't help but laugh and replied in Floran, "Sure. I'll let you join the petal patrol."

Voices could be heard naming their prices. Each price was higher than the one before. Soon, it reached tens of thousands of dollars. The blind masseuses had sharper hearing than ordinary people. The women in front of me couldn't help but breathe heavily out of excitement as they listened to the prices.

Waiting for permission. Or waiting for me to flinch, so she could take. I looked at her eyes. Gray. But were they? Really? Or were they just… lenses? Contact lenses, like the ones I’d worn to pretend blindness? "You’re lying," I said. "Am I?" "Yes. You don’t want to come home. You want to colonize. You want to use me to anchor yourself because the copies are failing. They’re breaking down, fragmenting, becoming themselves again. You’re losing control. You need a new host. A strong one. The original mirror."

As the dealer called out for final bets, I reached forward, making sure my fingers firmly brushed against the green side of the table and the polished edge of the wooden wheel. Instantly, my vision violently distorted. A sharp, agonizing spike of pain shot through my temples. Images flooded my brain in a chaotic, dizzying blur—the wheel spinning, the white ball clattering frantically against the metal ridges, bouncing wildly before finally settling into a specific pocket. [Black 22.] The flash vanished as quickly as it came, leaving me breathless and violently flustered. I stumbled slightly, grabbing the edge of the table to keep my balance as a wave of nausea washed over me. I wasn't omnisc

But Sean didn't take the inside. In a move that left the commentators speechless and the crowd roaring in a frenzy, Sean swung wide. He took a risky, outer trajectory, building up an incredible amount of speed on the exit of the turn. It was a gamble—if he miscalculated by a fraction of a second, he would fly straight off the track. "What is he doing?!" Dylan yelled. Sean’s car drifted, the back end sliding out in a perfect, controlled arc. He used the centrifugal force to slingshot himself forward, his car screaming as it sliced across the track, cutting directly in front of Talay just as they hit the final straightaway.

I waved at the place across the table from me and he sat. Wheel was a game for two players. It had little half-moon indents all over the board, arranged in circle shapes that overlapped each other. A shallow drawer on each side of the board contained maybe hundreds of colored stones. The object was to fill in a complete circle shape with your own pieces before the other player could. A little like tic-tac-toe, but on a bigger scale and with circles. When we were ready to play we opened the drawers. The smooth little stones on my side were clear and blue.