Twisted Games Free Read Novels & Stories

I tell him. “I agree, I could not fault him. I think we are done discussing Twisted Games, let us move on Twisted Lies, which is actually my favourite book out of all them,” Blake says. I think about my favourite book and I say to him, “My favourite book is actually Twisted Games, I really love Rhys and Bridget.”

This game was far from its conclusion, and the twins growing within her had turned it into a deadly labyrinth of manipulation and control. As I left her room, I couldn't help but revel in the complexity of our twisted dance. Emily was a formidable opponent, but I was determined to break her spirit and make her mine, no matter the cost. The stakes had never been higher, and I was ready to play this dangerous game to its bitter end.

A young man’s choice of a girl is one that is complete in every aspect, and so, Esther, though quite appreciable on that score, didn’t measure up to my satisfaction. Many men, like myself, desire to have a complete girl, a girl of their choice but quite often, that does not happen. They play games on fields where they do not intend to settle, and when they become stuck, they go round to play on other fields which does not only stain their dignity but also causes pain to the innocent hearts that they toy with. I didn’t want that to happen to me.

I can’t convey my happiness in words. “Where is Brian?” Hazel asks. I am playing with Miles on the PlayStation, it’s always our thing. The game invested both of us. The appetite for scoring the game is so strong inside us that we forget the world when we start playing. Sometimes we forget that we are siblings, the competitiveness helps us. We both are determined to win, it’s on our blood with any kind of game or race. Right now, we are out of control. “Office.” “Everything back to order?”

Sebastian walked towards the card and picked it up, waving it in the air. "Give it back." Daniel coldly said, not even looking at Sebastian. His eyes were still fixed on his cards seemed not interested in what was happening. "Throw it already. It's disgusting. There's blood on it." Sebastian complained in his British accent. "I like the smell of blood on it. They're my trophy." "You bloody murderers!" Shouted the man. Everyone's eyes are watching the scene, not even moving a bit in their location. The men who had guns in their hands were looking at each other, waiting for who will pull the trigger first.

“What more do you want from me.” “What I want..”, Brian said with a smile. “ Is to buy one of your guns.” Drake raised his eyebrows in curiosity, where was this man going with this. “And shoot you in the face. Just like those terrorists did to my nephew.” “Because I’m trash?” Drake offered. “Scum.” Brian spat. At that moment the audience burst out in cheers at how Brian had put Drake in his place. “That’s all for tonight, folks.” Brian said warmly to his audience both home and abroad.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

Her mind raced with memories she thought she had long buried. Marcus's laughter was a cold, sly sound. "You'll never be free from me, Elle. I know all your damn secrets, and I'll use them to drag you back down into the darkness with me." He pulled her hair, his grip tight, and she winced in pain. "Do you understand me?" As she tried to free herself, Marcus felt her trembling in his grip. Her hands shook, and her eyes teared up. "Now come with me," he growled, pulling her with a strong force. Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back.

Simply go; that's all you can do to make things right. For a few moments, Sharon stood still, hoping her sister might change her mind. Isabella's face stayed frigid and unforgiving. "Fine," Sharon said finally, not audibly enough. "If that is what you want, Isabella, I will go." Sharon returned to her room and curled up on her bed later that evening and watched Ethan play with his favourite toy. Her head was spinning with contradictory feelings: rage, hopelessness, guilt, and a great loss.

She knows she will never reject such an offer like that. “Discard the invite,” Melissa's father said, and Lauren gasped. The man looks at her with disdain, and she quickly rushes away. She went to a corner when no one could see her and she read the letter again and again. She brought out her little phone and searched for the person. Truly, he is really rich, she gasps at his beauty. “He is really rich and handsome,” Lauren mumbled to herself. She squeezes the letter in her hand with one thing in her mind.