Turned Game Novels & Stories

NAMI:- he desperately saw my card, with force, when I was getting out and he laugh that mean he have all the cards to win, if I didn't swipe we going to lose this round, and he already has 1 point if he wins 2 more than game get a draw then we all lose, I have to switch team. wizard:- are fooling me, if you go in his team, then you and he have 1 point each means 2, if you both win these 2 matches then you will end up with a total of 4 points the other hand, I only let with 2 points because she has 0 points, NAMI:- I want to switch with Cali, don't worry after winning, I will switch again don't worry. wizard:- okay I trust you, then I left with 4 points after you switch, what I tell you you'r

He looked at me, panic and lust warring in his eyes. "Problem, kid?" Vane asked, shuffling the deck for the turn. "No," Toby squeaked. I kept my hand on his thigh. I dug my fingers in, massaging the muscle. I moved higher, until my fingertips brushed the crotch of the leather pants. Toby was hard. The leather was strained tight over his erection. The turn card was a Nine. No help to anyone. I bet big. I pushed half my stack in. Vane laughed. "You're bluffing, old man."

I was sent back into the room with the goal of getting names and locations from Brad or I could flip him into an informant. It took me four long days, but finally Brad flipped. He would not wear a wire but agreed to gather information. He was injected with a tracking device should he change his mind and run. He was told if he continued to cooperate he might see me around. I even gave him a hug and told him to be careful before I left and headed home. I really did like Brad and did not want things to go badly. He could get hurt or end up dead. I quickly packed and headed home. It was time to move on to the next phase of the game I was playing with Drake.

He still doesn’t turn around. When she realizes he won’t be replying back she leaves, giving me one last side eye glare. He turns around finally and sees me waving my hand in front of my face trying to get her strong perfume away from me. He holds back a laugh, “I’m guessing the Alpha title comes with a lot of fans,” I say walking over to the table to grab my contract. “The title definitely comes with a lot. Not all of which is wanted,” he sighs and grabs one of the bags and a shoe box and hands them to me. “You can change over there,” he points to the corner that has those fabric moving walls like the hospitals do. “Excuse me? Change? Why am I changing?” I ask him clearly confused. He lifts

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

"What Finn is trying to say is that it was just first game jitters. I'm sure we are going to get our shit together going forward, right guys?" The boys nodded, totally agreeing with him. "Oh, we better."I said, staring at each and every one of them. The thing was, I was still pissed as hell about what happened. Although we won the game but it was an absolute shit performance. We were crap from the start to finish, and I thought we were extremely lucky to get away with maximum points. We didn't deserve anything from that game. What pissed me off even more was the shit mentality of some of the guys here. Guys like Finn and his buddies who cared more about entertaining themselves than anything

“What’s going to happen?” “He’ll probably be here for a few days, and then my parents will take him home and try to get him into rehab again. This is another reason why I didn’t bring him up, Quinn,” Archer says, and the emotion in his voice kills me. “This happens over and over, and this won’t be the last time.” The microwave beeps in the background. “Anyway, I looked up robot fights while I was waiting and I have to say it’s pretty fucking cool.” “It is! Careful you don’t get sucked in. You’ll start watching a fight or two here and there and then it becomes your life and you’re under-the-table funding lasers to go on your team’s robot.”

He picked up immediately. “Don.” “The plan has changed. Just watch Marena now. I want to make that tramp think her plan is still underway.” There was a brief silence, then Nico’s voice came through. “Okay, don.” Nero smirked. “Let the games begin.”

One rainy afternoon, Amelia misplaced her journal at the library. It had been a long day — essays due, caffeine crashing, umbrella snapped in the wind. She searched everywhere, frantic. But before panic could bloom fully, someone cleared their throat behind her. Micah. He held the journal out like it was sacred. “I saw it under the table. Thought it might be yours.” She took it. “Thanks… Micah, right?” The moment she said his name, something beamed in his eyes. Not surprise. Not joy. Something deeper. Like hunger.

Someone released my arms, and they fell on him. My mind twisted, just like the boy in my sights. But I was flexible. Very flexible. My joints were finally free, I could move, and I subconsciously adjusted to the guest’s tempo, the one pounding into me. The game was over. Done. It was clearly now party time. Either that or the guest was taking liberties he shouldn’t. I bet on my first option. “Oh, god! You’re a great fuck! Fuck me!” he breathed in my face.