Texas Tea Game Novels & Stories

"I don't know; my mom bought most of the things in my house, including this tea. She blended a lot of the things into the dried green tea, but I have forgotten what she mentioned. "I tasted cinnamon on it," I said, and he shrugged. "I did too, but as for the rest, I did not pay much attention," he said. "Do you want to play a game?" He asked me. "What is it? Truth or dare," I continued. "Do you want to dare me to pull my pants off?" "It is not truth or dare, and if I wanted you to pull your pants off, I would not need to play a silly game. It's an Ouija box game where you have to do anything the alphabet on it says."

~Viviana~ In the afternoon, when the sun was just about to set, everyone gathered in Señora Teresa’s expansive garden. From what Sylvia told me, it was their tradition to play parlor games whenever they gathered, especially when it was a birthday celebration. They usually play mind and word games while Señora Teresa stands as the lone judge in every game and no one is allowed to back out. Even Emilio, who’s the buffiest of the guys, couldn’t escape the watchful eyes of the game master.

Aaron said to her. "But I don't know how to play this game." Alexia uttered pouting her lips. "Don't worry I will teach you." Aaron said to her, then taught her how to play. On the first round they played, Alexia won the game. "Yayyyyyyy. I won, I won, I won, I won you. I won the game. The student has beaten the master." She yelled repeatedly, jumping around Aaron. Aaron smiled, "Sure, I've heard. You won, can we continue playing the game." He said with an eye roll, hiding his smile.

"...this goes on your face. And if you argue‌, I’ll put⁠ it over your m‍o‌uth." He looked at the tape like it w‍a‌s an insult. "No." ‌"Sc‌ared you'll lose?" I teased, leani‌ng in close un⁠t⁠il o⁠ur noses were almost tou‍c⁠hi⁠ng. "Here are the stakes, Whoever wi⁠ns the round gets a kiss on the forehead‌. Whoever loses‌..⁠." I flicked the roll of tape. "...gets‌ a piece of paper‍ tape plastered on thei‍r face."

“My dad funds this place. Since it’s on our pack’s land, I get a few… errh, I'd like to call it perks.” Of course she does. “But I only do this once a month,” she adds quickly. “And only for the super cool girls.” We clink glasses of orange juice. No alcohol—academy rules—but the mood is celebratory all the same. A game starts not long after. It's decided that we should play Most Likely To… They go around, laughing and shouting out names. “Most likely to cry over a broken nail!” “Tiffany, for sure!” “Most likely to date a teacher?”

He whispers, giving one of my buttocks a playful spank and flashing a teasing smile. I return the smile. “Now the score is tied, and the last game remains. The loser of that game will face punishment.” Edward reminds us. “So, are you both ready for the last game?” Alexander asks, and we nod in eagerness. It’s the last game of the day, and I feel excited about what’s in store.

He has the nerve to look sheepish, knowing he's just broken my sports-loving heart. "But it's the Cowboys, Caleb," I plead. "The Cowboys never come to Houston." "I know, and if there was any other way to make this work, I would do it." Crossing my arms over my chest, I think of a plan. There's got to be a way to shuffle things around so everyone can get what they need. I clear my throat. "Really, I don't need video of the entire game. We can get that from the feeds anyway." "Tiff…" Caleb knows I'm not going to let this go without a fight.

You look beautiful," Anika exclaimed. Sarah grinned and bowed her head, but not before Anika noticed the tiny pink on her cheeks. Jacob made an impatient motion toward Casper. "Why are you standing here while he is standing over there?" Jacob's face stiffened as he examined the room. "I should have known the old bastard would be here." Anika followed his eyes and found Pete Foxhorn holding court within earshot of Casper. Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous.

“Let’s not talk about that.” “Okay…” I murmured, a little puzzled. Elara really was full of locked doors and no keys. Tessa leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “Let’s play a game.” “What kind of game?” I asked warily. “A drinking game,” she said, wiggling her brows. “I ask a question, you drink if you don’t want to answer.” Elara laughed. “You look a little evil right now Tess, is this what alcohol does to you?.”

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.