Trick Novels & Stories

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

Flopped sideways onto one knee, arms out, face cringing like he’d slipped. Aya paused. And Brinn lunged upward from the ground with a blur of speed and ridiculousness, aiming to tag her side. “TRICK MOVE—” But she was ready. She sidestepped just in time, grabbed his tunic mid-leap, and swung him. Not hard. Not violently. Just enough to redirect all that squirrelly momentum into a gentle, very undignified somersault across the dirt. He popped up on his knees, hands thrown up like he’d just landed a gymnastic routine. “TA-DA!”

Riley was left alone in the basement. It was cold and wet, and she could feel it seeping into her flesh. She had stopped crying once Ollie left and laid on her back on the damp mattress. She once again tried slowing her breathing, calming her mind, and relaxing. She thought of her mate, of her mysterious stranger. She fell. She kept falling until she hit pavement. She was outside the pack house. She walked towards the front doors and felt the cold handle in her palm. She turned the handle and walked into the foyer. Everything just felt real here, but she couldn't understand why the dream led her to the pack house.

"And find Nicole. Now." Luna was stunned as she sat frozen on the floor, staring at the man who had always spoiled her. She couldn't believe it. How could he turn on her so suddenly? It was obvious that she couldn't compute just what had happened. So, she did what she always did—she started throwing a tantrum. "That ugly freak! You're still thinking about her? What does she have that I don't? Is it just because she looks a little like me? Are you saying the imitation is better than the real thing?"

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His opponent’s basics were too solid, which he took advantage of. He planned for all these scenarios. With the help of his implant, he calculated and predicted all these instinct reactions. BOOM!! He launched himself forward unrestrainedly with speed, as he caught up to his opponent in an instant. The Trickster’s eyes widened in surprise at this speed. He tried dodging and striking back at his rapidly approaching opponent, but his opponent was faster. Kalen quickly gripped his hand and pulled down with force. Bam!! The Trickster slammed down at the metal floor due to the force his opponent applied. This guy was just too skinny a

"F*ck you, Greg! You just scared the hell out of me! I thought you were going to fall and get a fracture!" He continued chuckling in amazement with her. While she was so annoyed. "Hey, you don't have to be afraid I might fall. As I've said, I know what I'm doing and I'm an expert at this. I was only teasing you to get your reaction." Crossing her arms, she rolled her eyes. "Not funny, Greg!" "Hey…" he called her softly. He knew she was upset. She didn't answer and just looked away to show that she didn't like his joke.

, he should have at least told her to corporate till when our contract was over, could he be a scoundrel? Well there are some people in life which one can't understand, you just have to adopt to their crazy and irresistible features. Meanwhile we have 90% of people who seem to suffer a lot , life seem to create them in a sour texture, the rest of the 10% are the people who life seem to. favor a lot, irrespective of their mode of hardwork, they just seem so lucky maybe, I seem to be part of the 90%. In summary I'll say no matter how millions of cars one has, he still has to walk to his room so, no one can tell tomorrow's fortune. Life seem to fickle. I laid on my bed, scrolling through my pho

My handbag beside the martini glass vibrated, momentarily breaking my trance. I freed my phone and read the text. Nox: "YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY." Before I could move my head to find him, another message came through. Nox: "DON'T TURN AROUND." I shook my head, wondering again how he did that. And another.

Charles said with an eye roll. “Whatever,” Chris muttered, waving the comment off. “Anyway, I promised I’d reimburse the money you made her waste if she wins this game.” He started pacing again. “It’s boring as hell around here, so we’re playing the game.” Charles stared at him, a spark of understanding dawning on his face. He knew exactly which game Chris meant. It was the trick they had invented as kids, a game they called The Mirror Gamr. It was a game they had perfected since childhood, where they intentionally switched places, voices, and personalities to completely confuse people so they couldn’t tell them apart.