Straight Guy Tricked Novels & Stories

Post after post, all painting the same picture: that I had cheated first, that he was just a brokenhearted man seeking comfort. This was Alaric's idea of "making me pay"? His little games had less sting than a mosquito bite. My best friend was furious but couldn't help laughing. "The best part? He buried himself. The old Alpha found out and put him on lockdown. Even issued a public statement — Alaric was the one who cheated, and your arranged mating was perfectly legitimate." I smiled. Not that the old Alpha even needed to intervene. Everyone knew Dorian was the chosen successor, and I was the pack's future Luna.

All this while I have being under a pretense of falling Ill, and without thinking I just jumped into his shoulders. I was screwed up and I needed to act fast before things gets out of hand. I immediately winced in pain, as I held unto my bump and screamed in pains. "Can you just end this pretense?" He suddenly asked as I halted and took my gaze to him. "I knew you were under a pretense, and all of this was just a mere pretense of yours." He said. "You think you could fool me with your damn tricks, if you think I would be so dumb to have just fallen for whatever trick you brought up right?" He asked in a smirk.

A cigarette dangles between his lips, and I see a couple of Coronas sitting out, two chairs sit next to one another. "Before we start, I have to tell you about something that happened today. Some guy by the name of G showed up? He was kind of an asshole, and he wants his starter back?" I'm not sure what went on between the two of them, but I feel like I need to tell him. If we're going to be honest with one another, I should tell him about what happened. "Did he hurt you?" Trick's voice is harsh. "Tried to hurt my feelings by saying you might be his dad," I shrug. It hadn't bothered me, I truly believed what I'd told the kid.

Tristan bloomed his lids. “Joking is very hard you know, I need to be more precise and aware of joke.“ Tristan confirmed. Joking really hard for Josh due to he never made jokes and right now he eas spilling the jokes right into Tristan’s face. Josh reminded himself that he was still Straight and he was just helping a person that could led to a darker scene. And he was kinda becoming Tristan’s friend. “No it’s not.” Josh lied, his foot step forward. “Yes it is Mr. President.” Tristan fought harder his arms crossed like he’s a professional actor.

The hiss of his Montblanc belt gliding through its loops fell over my stomach like a lead weight. He didn't aspire for tonight to end with a cold shower. Heart pounding like a racehorse's claws on dirt, I backed up until I bumped into the couch. The metal buckle hit the floor with a clank, stretching my skin taut. I told myself to stay strong and maintain my dignity at all costs, but when he took a single step in my direction, I blurted, "I'm a virgin." He didn't even contemplate it before laughing humorlessly. "You're such a f*cking liar."

In her hastily donned jeans and t-shirt she felt not only rumpled but also exposed, as if everyone in the room could see beneath her clothing and identify what she and Gus had been doing. Although he was all business, Gus had taken her hand in his,holding it tightly, his warmth and strength seeping into her with a reassurance she desperately needed. "That's the oldest trick in the book," he said again. "Pretend to be sick, get transferred to the prison infirmary and then get busted out. But he had to have help. And he had to set it up ahead of time." Jimmy Broughton was pacing. Had been since they'd all arrived and laid out the problem.

I stiffened, my breath hitching. “What the hell is going on here, Cayden?” I asked, clutching my bag tightly against my body. “The truth is… I’m selling you off,” Cayden said bluntly, without a shred of remorse. At first, I thought it was some kind of sick joke. But then I looked at the men around us and saw tattoos covering their arms, their cold, unreadable expressions, and that was when I realized that they were gang members and Cayden wasn’t lying. He had tricked me and lied about having my money just so I would follow him here to this filthy, rundown house he claimed was his new place. But it wasn’t a home but a trap. And I had walked right into it.

I'm doing well so far, but it occurs that I could probably take quite a bit more with the aid of some sleight of hand. I have high cards that stay tucked in my sleeve. When I was in the army, well, I use it for tricks-something to while away time and entertain; however, only when the mark is easy... I played straight when I'm confident that I will win a hand but the odds seem to closer to even, I deftly swap a low card for a high card. As fast as I can with my hands making the switch, it really comes down to the distraction. One time I pound the table at a joke. Another time, I make a show by feeding a hunk of cheese to the barkeep's dog named "Grey." Another time, I suggestively stroke the

Darrion blinked and looked cutely hurt, “I disguised as an old man to trick those guys and steal tokens while you distracted them with your harem dance!” Jai’s eye twitched. “No, that was you ridiculously using a cotton candy to disguise as an old man. I only said to steal them when they weren’t looking. And they’re only kids, that is not harem!” “But that worked!” Darrion protested. “Admit it was a clever improvisation!” He pointed at Jai with a look. “That was an unnecessary improvisation,” Jai deadpanned. He emphasized the ‘un’ part of the word ‘unnecessary’.

I barely missed falling into a ditch. I looked at it and then the guy. "Or are you too slow?" I asked in mockery. It worked. His eyes darkened and he flipped his dagger out. The glint of it caught my eyes. He smiled. "I'll gut you." He said. I tested my feet. It would be bad if we both fell into the ditch. "Come get me, big boy," I said. He hurried after me. At the last moment, I stepped to the side, running under his armpit and kicking the back of his knee.