How Many Chapters Are In Twisted Games Novels & Stories

Hazel groans. “The day is not over. Let’s go, lazy.” Hazel growls, but they all end up following me, and I lead them to the secret den of the house. The gaming room. I don’t know why, but I pressured my interior designer to have a place in this house that had to be excessively extravagant, a gaming room with all people can think of having to be in this room. Thus, the place is born. At the end of the first floor, this room is the biggest room in the house.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

That night they called for “Web of Thorns.” The sanctuary torches burned low and menacing. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp, dangerous edge of two bloodlines circling for dominance. Over one hundred bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 61 million viewers.

I could be wrong… but if I wasn’t… I could play the same game he was playing with me. Even if I lose, because I knew I will, at least it will be while fighting. ____ A. Gupta Check out TWISTED MARRIAGE: MMF MAFIA ROMANCE and other Completed books. All books are Dark Romance with morally grey characters, that occasionally turn pitch black...

“You expect me to believe you didn’t know?” Sienna frowned. “Know what?” His gaze flicked over her face, searching, measuring. Then, just as quickly, it hardened. “Don’t play dumb.” He let go of her wrist, stepping back, but somehow, that only made her chest tighten further. The air between them pulsed like the pull of gravity bending it to its will. Alessandro exhaled a quiet laugh—dark, humorless. “So that’s your game?” Sienna narrowed her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

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. He took my hand and led me over to one of the few couches where we sat and talked for a while. The talking quickly turned into flirting and when he finished his beer, we went to the dance floor again. He definitely knew how to dance. He was sweet and irresistible. I never wanted to take my hands off of him. He was playing his cards right to take me home tonight and we both knew it.

You know she was innocent that night. My heart skipped as i read his texts. It’s almost a year with Eric. Almost a fairytale. A life I built for myself. I wasn’t ready to allow Henry destroy all I had worked for. The game was about to get even more dangerous.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't believe you, jerk. You're powerless." He rushed forward, hands wrapping around my throat. He bared his teeth at me, "I showed you the videos, and trust me, I have copies. So unless you want me to share our sex tape to your new husband and every bloody person in the mafia, you'll do as I say." Holy shit. "And we both know what Roman will do to you once he finds out you're not the innocent bride he was promised." I shrugged his hands off me, glaring at him, "Fine, I'll play your stupid games." I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling.

he whisper softly like he was trying to sooth me. I just noticed that I was quivering in his arms so much. I was trembling like a leaf being swept away by a strong wind. His lips touched my neck, kissing the soft spot very gently. "Please, calm down. I will not hurt you..." But I was too scared to believe him. No! He will kill me! I am sure he will! He is evil! "No! Don't touch me! Get away from me! Don't hurt me!" I begged him as I continued trying to free myself from him but he was too strong. His arms were wrapped around me like a steel.