Straight Guy Tricked Novels & Stories

“How did… you know about that?” Only a dumbass would not get used to John's trick at this point. He knew it, the moment John approached him at the club, he was positive his intention would be rather cunning. Behind the scene, they would be probably around five highly paid professional cameramen who would capture every moment he had with him – and the moment he raised his hands to punch him in the face, he fell for his dirty tricks. The lame ass got some stupid trick up his sleeves – making up a story even with their little encounter. Smart move. He would commend.

Netizens quickly dug up his social media accounts from the past five years, where he flaunted my wealth, along with intimate photos of him and Eira. His lies crumbled under scrutiny, and he too became a target of online bullying. Apparently, he was pelted with eggs whenever he went out. He lost his job and eventually slunk away from the city. A pair who once thought themselves clever enough to manipulate everything ended up disgraced and abandoned by all. This farce finally drew to a close. I threw my heart and soul into my work at Grant Group. With my father and Elena’s help, I quickly got the hang of it.

One of the men I tricked in the past? I turned around and saw a plump man staring at me or at my exposed legs. He was holding onto a middle aged woman and I rolled my eyes. Men He noticed I caught him and winked at me. I cringed in disgust. That didn’t even stop him and I watched him call a waitress and pass her a card, nodding in my direction. She walked briskly and passed it to me. Dr. Micheal Luther

Tod generously admitted, his big eyes bright and cunning, "Yes, I discovered you a long time ago, I lured you here to deal with you, how is it, are you surprised, unexpected?" "Does it feel good to fall?" He squinted his cunning big eyes and asked the few people. The three: "..." Blink! Another blink! The cold wind blew, bone-chilling cold. So, they weren't hallucinating, but this was really happening. They, three grown men, had been tricked by this brat again. "You you you..." The boss looked at the gloating Tod. He crossed his arms and gave them a provocative smile. He was so angry that he rolled his eyes, how did he lose again.

This threw the hefty Max off his balance and he stumbled further into the room. Tremaine gave Steele a kidney punch to the back as he was turned towards Max. It seemed to catch him off guard only briefly and he began a series of well practiced martial arts moves on Tremaine. The older man was no match for the toned and conditioned Steele and before Max could regain his footing, Tremaine was down on the floor and motionless.

The next moment, I kicked the long-haired man, who'd been wailing on the ground, hard in the leg "Arght" The guy with the supposed broken leg jumped up, hopping in pain. The crowd gasped and then burst out laughing. "Huh? Didn't you say your leg was broken? You're hopping pretty well now! I taunted sharply With the truth out, whispers started spreading as people accused them of being scammers. "Bitch, you're ruthless! We'll get you back!" Seeing things go south, the thugs cursed and slinked away. "Thanks for stepping in." The young man finally came over, giving me a gentle smile and a curious look. "I'm Will Macy. Can I buy you a drink?"

We were still laughing, our heads close as Trevor continued spilling his funny encounters with his patrons. “Seriously, Trist, this one guy, total Wall Street type, tried to pay me to teach him ‘your signature hip isolation move’,” Trevor recounted, his voice dropping into a mock-serious tone. “I told him, ‘Sir, for that, you need years of dedication and a soul sold to the rhythm gods.’ He still offered me a grand. I almost took it, just for the sheer absurdity.” “You became the star of the club after I left, didn’t you?” I teased, punching him lightly on the arm.

They sucked at their jobs. I feigned left, he took the bait, and I released the perfect roundhouse kick to his jaw which caused him to stagger backwards. He corrected himself before he fell but just barely. His jaw would be bruised soon if the redness was any indication. He tapped into his wolf’s speed to catch me, but he was not paying attention at all and tripped. At least that was what I thought until he threw a handful of dirt to blind me. Such a dirty trick but nobody ever anticipated that he would play fair. The next thing I knew, he tackled me with my back against the ground.

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'

“You’re either the cleverest person I’ve ever seen in my life, or the most stupid. I’m just not sure which. But I guess we’re about to find out, right?” Gianna frowned in confusion as the man next to the other chuckled. “I’m not sure what you mean,” Gianna tried, forcing herself not to step backwards. “Time’s up,” He whistled out, looking like a dark knight. “And this is where you bow out.” Before Gianna could begin to question the statement, the man next to the goon lunged forward, driving his fist into Gianna’s jaw. The force of the impact had her spinning away to collapse roughly on the pavement, and then she was blacking out. . TBC