Twisted Games Free Read Novels & Stories

They continue to stare at the rising sun, enjoying the fragrance of the roses and the happy chattering of the pack. THE END Note: I want to specially appreciate my readers who started this book and found it worthy of their time. Without you all, the story of Freya and Dante would have remained an imagination. Thank you. And to those readers that took out time to help me point out the errors in the book, suggesting how to enhance it, took the pain of commenting, I love you so much. If you want to check more books by me, kindly read; “The Ruthless Luna Of Alpha Clyde.” And, “The Billionaire's Second Chance At Love.” Please don't hesitate to recommend, share and comment. Stay Happy and Healthy!

Kol wouldn’t let me out in public wearing an outfit like that. I looked out the front window and saw Kol smoking a joint in his car, he kept rubbing his eyes. I frown. “Miss your boyfriend left his credit card up front,” The male employee shouted, making sure I heard him through the loud music. “Oh, I didn't know.” I walked back over to the counter. “Just the pants,” I pointed to the stack of jeans I had just placed on the counter moments ago. “Alright,” he scanned the price tags. “Oh, if you add another pair of jeans, you get another for free.” He added as he placed the jeans he just scanned into a large bag.

To stop oneself from this trap was much harder than drugs. It was like a maze, the difficult one. No matter which route you took at the end, you came back to the starting point. Once you started winning stacks, you would like to go for more. About, 80% of people went with double money after they win the first game while 95% went with all in. Why?

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

His words unlockеd somеthing primal within Sarah, stripping away thе last vеstigеs of hеr rеsistancе. Shе wantеd this – nееdеd this – with a dеspеration that tеrrifiеd hеr еvеn as it thrillеd hеr. As if hе could sеnsе thе fracturеs in hеr rеsolvе, Tylеr doublеd down on his onslaught of carnal plеasurеs, his callousеd palms knеading thе supplе curvеs of hеr body as hе laid claim to hеr mouth oncе morе.

"Zale was a step too far. Now he's dead, and more men will end up dead if you keep riling the captains up against me." Her eyes narrow as her face hardens. "That's what you do, isn't it? Eros Khazan, big scary crime lord. You solve all your problems with violence, but what's that ever gotten you?" "It got me the fucking throne." I stride across the room. She scurries away from me like a rat. I want to kick her in the throat, kick her until her nose breaks, her teeth snap, her skull caves in. But I only stand there, staring down at her, barely managing to keep myself under control. "The games end now."

Ryan asked, drinking again. Ryan fell and she was shocked at how little his resistance was for beer considering how much he had decided to take. Knowing that she couldn't get down on her own, Claire decided to spend the night on the top of the building. She stood up and went to inspect other parts of the villa. There was a gaming section and Claire gasped when she saw that the game that was there was the one she usually played with her younger brother. Although she had only learned it to play with her brother, she still couldn't deny the fact that she enjoyed playing it.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't believe you, jerk. You're powerless." He rushed forward, hands wrapping around my throat. He bared his teeth at me, "I showed you the videos, and trust me, I have copies. So unless you want me to share our sex tape to your new husband and every bloody person in the mafia, you'll do as I say." Holy shit. "And we both know what Roman will do to you once he finds out you're not the innocent bride he was promised." I shrugged his hands off me, glaring at him, "Fine, I'll play your stupid games." I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling.