Spicy Chapters In Twisted Games Novels & Stories

the doctor asked. Darrion nodded. “My mom made spicy foods sometimes. Not that spicy, just to add the flavor. I know I’m not allergic to it, but this time, my tummy feels hot.” The doctor hummed. “How many did you eat just now?” “Just one spicy chicken wing.” Jai answered in his stead. “Spicy chicken wing? From the Adventurers Guild?” The doctor asked. Both of them nodded and the doctor gave a small smile. “I see. How many chilis did you ask?”

CHAPTER 2:SO DARK AND BROODING *SOPHIA* "This is one sexy little bitch"A huge man hovered above me while two others tied up my hands. They had taken me to the other part of the alley and I was scared as hell. "Bones, don't you think we should get outta here,you heard the gunshots, right?"One of the men asked. Bones? The name was just as twisted as he looked. "C'mon... nothing serious might've happened.It might just be some few assholes testing out their weapons.Are you willing to let this bitch go for some fucking noise?"Bones asked.

He added all the ingredients and left it to cook. He relaxed on the chair, exhausted. Trying to cook had drain all the energy he had, he rested his head on the working island, while waiting for his food to get ready for his consumption. How long he had been resting his head, or if he had slept off, Liam couldn’t say, but all he knew was that he was brought back to reality when the choking smell of his burning food found it way to his nose. He jumped up to his feet immediately. “Fuck, my food” He exclaimed and hurriedly turned off the gas. He picked up a towel from the rack and brought it down.

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.

I'm not familiar with these people, but I could fully sense that they were about to do something hideous. Not wanting to make a sound, I peeped to cross the room, but as I began to move my feet, the surroundings started to change as if my head was spinning through loopholes. I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to grasp something to hold on to. Chasing my breath, I slowly settled to a muddy ground where I could hear gunshots from a distance. It wasn't just once, but there's also consecutive sparring of swords!

The power room. Freya grunted as her back hit rough buttons and cold metal. Dante was pressed so close, that Freya could feel his hot, male presence squeezing the lust out of her, which made a very different groan escape her lips. Something was different. The atmosphere and both their emotions. Freya's lust doubled to the extent that she was heavily breathing. Dante on his own part was fighting his wolf, who was threatening to take control. He took a step back as if her touch were lethal.

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out

"Zale was a step too far. Now he's dead, and more men will end up dead if you keep riling the captains up against me." Her eyes narrow as her face hardens. "That's what you do, isn't it? Eros Khazan, big scary crime lord. You solve all your problems with violence, but what's that ever gotten you?" "It got me the fucking throne." I stride across the room. She scurries away from me like a rat. I want to kick her in the throat, kick her until her nose breaks, her teeth snap, her skull caves in. But I only stand there, staring down at her, barely managing to keep myself under control. "The games end now."

She sucked in a sharp breath. “I can almost hear your heart racing” he said, almost conversationally. His thumb drew a lazy circle. “Scared?” A pause. “Or something else?” “Fuck you,” she hissed, but the words came out shakingly at the sharp pinch he gave her nipples. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her bones “That’s the plan.” His hand drifted lower. Elara bucked, hips jerking uselessly against the restraints. “Don’t—” His fingers paused at the edge of her lace underwear, tracing the delicate edge without dipping beneath.

I can’t convey my happiness in words. “Where is Brian?” Hazel asks. I am playing with Miles on the PlayStation, it’s always our thing. The game invested both of us. The appetite for scoring the game is so strong inside us that we forget the world when we start playing. Sometimes we forget that we are siblings, the competitiveness helps us. We both are determined to win, it’s on our blood with any kind of game or race. Right now, we are out of control. “Office.” “Everything back to order?”