Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

“Oh no, don’t tell me I that I got here too late?” I again looked over to the door to see a young girl that I knew without a doubt that she had to be his sister and the guy next to her must be her boyfriend. The female had long black hair that was pulled back with a flowerer clip, her skin was a lot like their father, she wore a pink baby doll dress with white flowers on it, her eyes are a light brown like Mikael, but Levi, Duncan and their fathers’ eyes are blue. The guy next to her was taller than 6-foot, ash brown hair, and light brown eyes. He wore a white button up t-shirt, and dark blue jeans.

And who was the idiot who put that note in the bowl ? The game had started during the filming of the first movie in the series ... we call it 'The cheating game', everyone puts their name in a bowl and in the other bowl is different dares. Then two names are drawn and a dare ... you have to cheat your partner into doing the dare first ... it is usually something like getting drunk as a skunk, sleeping in and being late, singing loudly on set or something else silly. It is usually pretty fun and innocent, even if people tend to get really competitive at times ... but hey everyone is friends again when it is over ... it has always been just fun and games after all.

I could feel his smirk at the back of my neck, the way his hot breath fanned over my ear. “You love it,” he growled, pressing into me harder. “You’re a brat, thinking you could play games with me.” And I did. I loved it. Every sharp, punishing thrust made me see stars. Every rough pull of my hair, every grip on my hips, made my knees shake. I hated that I loved it… and loved that I hated it. “You like that, don’t you?” His hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face back just enough to meet his gaze. “You love being at my mercy, little girl.”

this devil shouted again, I can see her veins almost popping as she proceed on pulling my hair! “Ah, Shit, what the fucking fuck! Who the fuck are you?” I accidentally grazed her cheek with my sharp fingernail, but shortly after, I felt my arm going numb. When I looked, I noticed there was a hairdresser’s clip sticking out of it! And it was bleeding. I removed it using my left hand and threw it on the floor.

A second later, his lathered fingers began moving sensually through her hair. She tipped back her head and sighed with contentment as he washed her strands. “That feels so good.” “Um hmm.” His fingers dug carefully into her scalp, making the skin tingle. “I’ve fantasized about washing your hair.” She grinned, though her heart fluttered at the sweetness of the thought. “Do you have a hair fetish, Derek?” “No.” He tugged her hair lightly in punishment. “I have a fucking Julie fetish. I want to do anything and everything to you.”

He looked ethereal and utterly terrifying. Master Giordano grinned, addressing the hall from his golden throne. "Everyone already knows the rules." He noticed me trembling in the line then his grin widened. "However, for the new face, I shall explain." His voice was calm, almost conversational, making the words sound even more monstrous. "The numbers on your bodies are points, and these points are to be earned by my sons." He gestured toward the six elegant boys holding guns. "The game will last for one whole hour."

ALISSA’S POV I had no idea what happened; one minute I was enjoying the party like Russo asked me to, this time alone. I made sure to stay away from those demonic women before I ended up throwing their asses in a pool or something, and the next morning, Russo would be punishing me. I was desperately trying not to think of Russo’s words too. I’ve learned to hold things that come from that man like a pinch of salt. He was playing games he was very good at, and I would stay the fuck out of it.

The lights were harsh, fluorescent, making everything too bright and real. Aiden caught sight of himself in the mirror and groaned. He looked wrecked. Completely wrecked. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction. His lips were swollen and red. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his skin. And then there was the hickey. Right there on the lower side of his neck, dark and obvious and impossible to miss. "Fuck," Aiden said again, reaching up to touch it. He rubbed at it like he could make it disappear, but all that did was make it redder.

"But this was actually the only way I could talk about the game to someone. You've heard of the Carver right?" I nods slowly, although I still wasn't buying her excuse. "He's the one who made me join the game, you see.... it was an easy way to gain money" My eyes widened at her words. "You're taking me to see a psychotic killer?!!" "Calm down Belle. Both me and him will soon be done with the game", she nodded reassuringly. "He just has to harvest a heart, mine is just a heart and two lungs" "Don't say harvest!... How can you even say that so casually?!", I screamed pulling my hair. "You're gonna murder someone....!"

Obviously, his body was crying out desperately for hydration. “Well, his name is Reed Taylor and has awful, blah-colored hair. And he was a user way back, so he says. And he has this invisible thing that hangs around with him all of the time. It kind of gets in my way, but it has its uses. Like today when the demon attacked me in the middle of the hamburger section—” “What’s wrong with his hair?” Seth asked. “I mean, what is it exactly that you don’t like?”