Twisted Games Free Read Novels & Stories

He made it so. To be honest, I never had a chance, he was playing for the win and I lost. Maybe I was right to think that I could never have the happily ever after, and he wasn't giving me one. Because his love was all Dark and Twisted. (This is the second book of a Duo Series, Readers are advised to read the First book- 'CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance', before this book.) #WrongReasonRightOne #Mafia #Dark #Twisted #Steamy #ReadtheWarnings #SensitiveThemes #Dominant #Caged #Kidnapped #Revenge

"Gosh! They're all freaking hot!" I thought it was just a one sided game because Aziel's team dominated the match for the first half not until Alton's team doubled their efforts to avert the defeat. The ball began to roll. Aziel was the one delivering it now, not until it was stolen by one of the DCP players. "It's alright, love!" Lissy shouted.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

"Oh, I thought he is your mate or Endrich? Are you all partners here? Fascinating but it twists my stomach out of nowhere" "Donna is mine" another guy came. Donna smiled and approach the guy. "You are?" I asked gesturing to him. "Atreyu Windsor alpha of evergreen pack" then he is the other guy yesterday. "Nice to meet you all" was it nice to meet them? I'm glad to know them but seeing them forms a pain inside me that I can't explain. "What's that?" I ask when an eagle landed on Idris's hand with an envelope with it.

Where did he go wrong he thought to himself as Jessica greeted him taking a seat across from him jolting him back to reality. They exchanged pleasantries and Jessica proceeded to hand over some papers to him. "Can I take a day or two to read this?" he asked as he stretched out his hands to receive the documents from her. Of course, she replied but all that we discussed are in there. I even got my lawyer to read through just in case I had missed out on anything she continued. No problem replied Eric. I will also get my lawyers to read through and I will send them over to your office In 2days. Thank you she replied and proceeded to stand up. Eric's eyes fell on her breasts; he remembered the w

“You expect me to believe you didn’t know?” Sienna frowned. “Know what?” His gaze flicked over her face, searching, measuring. Then, just as quickly, it hardened. “Don’t play dumb.” He let go of her wrist, stepping back, but somehow, that only made her chest tighten further. The air between them pulsed like the pull of gravity bending it to its will. Alessandro exhaled a quiet laugh—dark, humorless. “So that’s your game?” Sienna narrowed her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

That night they called for “Web of Thorns.” The sanctuary torches burned low and menacing. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp, dangerous edge of two bloodlines circling for dominance. Over one hundred bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 61 million viewers.