My Island, My Game Novels & Stories

“What is your island called?” Enzo looked dreamy as he replied with a sigh, “Isolda di San Pietro. The whole island is our territory, but as with most places nowadays, we share with the humans. The tourists keep our identity hidden, but you have to be a bit wolfy to be able to live permanently on the island. It's pack owned.” I resisted the urge to laugh at his “bit wolfy” comment, biting the inside of my cheek. I didn't want him thinking I was laughing about his home which he was clearly passionate about.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

A lot has changed about us, but our love for games isn't one of them. Basically, all six of us agreed to buy this island not only as our sanctuary, but also for moments like this. Whenever we want to punish or play with someone, we will take them here, away from prying eyes and laws. Here, we can do anything to them without anyone knowing. Legal or illegally. And no, we don't kill people, but that doesn't make it any better. We will play with them until they give up, disappear, repent, or go mad. It's our way of getting back to those people who have wronged us or the people we love. Simply because just destroying their image or their lives isn't... entertaining enough.

he explained and Hazel reminisced on when she had pulled him out of the burning car. “So here I am…ready to offer her that” he added and everyone’s gaze became teary before an image displayed at the background. “Is that a portrait?” “A picture of an island?” the guests whispered amongst themselves and even Hazel was left confused. “This island was recently discovered and is being developed right now…it’s called Hazel island,” he blurted and they all stared at him in disbelief. “He fucking bought you an island.” Tasha screamed in disbelief, and Hazel shook her head in denial. That couldn’t be possible, right?

Bamby said in between kissing Ysabella’s cheeks. “I know right! Long time no see, no talk, no messages, no communication my dear friend. You know how much I miss you. I didn’t realize that in that span of time, you would be very busy exploring the 7,107 islands of this country finding some debris. Oh, I’m sorry. I mean some newbie,” Ysabella said mockingly. “I’m sorry I haven’t sent you a text message in a long while in order to update you on my whereabouts. I didn’t know you would be that interested,” Bamby responded.

"Malapit lang ang isla, approximately fifteen minutes nandoon na tayo." "Sino ang nandoon?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, may ibang tao bang nakatira do'n or kung may mga lumalangoy din?" "Nope. My island is quite private but right now I have assigned mens to secured the area." "Secure the area? Pugad ba ng mga tulisan ang isla mo at kailangan pa ng security?" "I've been waiting for this day to happen. At talagang mananapak na ako kapag may mang istorbo pa Hope."

Ethan Brooks reached his hand up to the mismatch, covering it with his entire hand. "Step on the back of my hand! "Ethan Brooks isn't sure whether it can work, but it's his last chance. There's no hospital on this desert island! Luna was already in tears, and just as Ethan Brooks was about to yell at her again, Luna gritted her teeth and raised her foot, stomping down on the back of Ethan Brooks's hand!

Isla pouted her lips. “You know I really like this ‘hard to get’ game that you are playing, you know how competitive I can be.” Isla said as she traced my cock with her hands through my trousers. I closed my eyes, felt my cock starting to harden and when I felt like I couldn’t take the torture anymore, just when I was about to throw caution into the air and claim her then and there she stopped.

My son asked, "Daddy, why is that lady crying?" I said, "Everyone is in a poker game. "If we win, we will smile. "If we lose, we may cry." My son nodded as if he understood. "Oh, that lady must lose..."

I whisper a big smile on my face. We clink our glasses together, sealing our newfound pact. The game is just beginning and this time I am not alone, Isabella doesn't stand a chance.