Trickster Game Novels & Stories

he said softly, eyes sparkling. Daddy Grant dimmed the fairy lights to a warm glow. Daddy Marcus brought out a new item—a thick, soft pink blanket and three matching silk blindfolds. “We are going to play a trust game,” Daddy Cole explained, kneeling beside her. “You will be blindfolded. We will touch you, kiss you, make love on you. You guess which Daddy it is. The right guess gets a reward. Wrong guess gets a gentle tickle.” She giggled, nodding eagerly.

I clenched my fists, nails digging deep into my palms. All these years, Emma refused to use protection. But she didn't want kids either, so she demanded that I get a vasectomy. "Vince, can you please get a vasectomy? I'm scared." But just one month after the surgery, Emma cheated on me with Scott. I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Then, I picked up the ring box and opened it. Inside was the pull-tab from a soda can. I held up the tab and looked at her. "This is the surprise you got for me?"

“God, I hate you so… fucking much.” “I’m well aware. I had to read that… over and over again… and yet, that's not what your body told me when I touched you…” Troy raises her hand to slap him, but he catches it lightning fast. “Look, it's all good. I'm not holding grudges,” Dorian murmurs, his face inches from hers. “In fact, we could still play this game.” “What game?” “The one where you try to make me fall for you. I might actually enjoy this.”

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”

“Come on, we were wrong, Winnie. Those sisters really are exactly alike. They lie the second they open their mouths. We almost fell for it.” “Exactly. Country girls are just cowards. Getting into a horror game is so cool. What is there to be scared of? Pathetic.” “Don’t be mad, Winnie. We definitely trust you. We’re going in with you.” I closed my eyes, no longer interested in wasting words on them. I walked forward quickly, ready to bring Josie over. Once the game started, it would be bad if Josie and I were not teleported into the same scene.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

" Hmph... If you say so." " So, enjoying the party?" Tricia asked again. " Don't know. I'm just sitting down here." Natalie sure knows how to block all chances of being asked personal questions. " How about we play a game? " Celine suggested. " A party isn't fun without its games." " A game. I like the sound of that." Natalie answered. " So what game should we play?" Bella asked. " Oh, I know... Spin the bottle." Tricia piped in. I glanced at Natalie. She didn't seem affected by it. She took a bottle from the table and emptied the contents on the floor and place it on the table.

For whatever reason, none of them wanted to be vulnerable again. ‘Right… There’s that rule.’ Farrah understood. One of the rules had made it clear… [ 1. Only the Cursed may enter the Game. Those whose names are written upon the Statue of Avarra shall be pulled into the Trials. You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. ] Someone had written their names. Someone had cursed them. And if betrayal had brought them here… why would they trust anyone now? Shane remained beside her, silent for a moment as he watched the others vanish into the city’s haze. Then he turned to her.

I say, strolling back toward her. “Besides Rat Trap on your fake tits, the second game is called Truth: A Little Flesh or Lies: A Lot of Flesh.” I smirk. “Rules are simple. I’m going to adjust our little rat friend, so he’s positioned right above your overpriced silicone tits. Then, I ask a question. As I heat the bucket. You answer and if I believe you, I release a little heat. Vincent over there, he takes part of a finger. But if we think you’re lying?” I glance over at Vinny. “I heat the bucket, and he takes the whole fucking finger.”

The rich sound filled the car and seeped beneath my skin, where it transformed into a bloom of pleasure. "You truly come up with the most flattering comparisons." His dry tone contrasted with the sparkle in his eyes. My stomach swooped like l'd just plunged down the slope of a rollercoaster. The sight of a laughing, unguarded Dante was utterly catastrophic for my ovaries. "It's a talent I honed growing up." I tried to focus past my body's unwilling and, frankly, annoying reaction to a simple laugh. "During boring social events, my sister and I played agame where we had to come up with a good animal comparison for each guest. Alice Fong was a rabbit because she only ate salads and was constan