Twisted Games Novels & Stories

Eleanor had already found it difficult to focus on anything in the art gallery as her phone seemed to burn in her hands with the unsettling messages she was receiving, her thoughts were focused on the messages when a bass-tone voice broke through her agony. "Lucas Sinclair, it's so lovely you could join me for the opening of the new gallery," the voice said.

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.

Twisted With one last, shaky breath, Selena stepped forward and pushed the door open. The moment she crossed the threshold, she froze. Adrian was already there. Seated. Waiting. Facing the door… as if he had been expecting her all along. His eyes locked onto hers instantly—and everything else faded. The world, the noise, the city outside… gone. There was something in his gaze. Something deep. Intense. Unrestrained. Longing. It hit her all at once, stealing the air from her lungs.

one of the investors said, and Alex nodded. The meeting started, and they talked about what they wanted to invest in, Alex took time to explain what the business was all about, and he mentioned how it would work perfectly if it was involving couples. “Trust me, you will love this,” Alex said. “You said that the best thing is when couples are involved?” One of the investors asked, and Alex nodded. “Well, you are the one we are working with, and you don't have a wife.” One of the investors said.

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.

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 try to change the topic. "Red sauce pasta." Aspen shows me the bowl in which he serves the pasta. I'm about to dig into the pasta which he covers it back up, "Not so quick wifey. Today you will have this mouth-watering pasta on one condition." Now it's my turn to pout, "What condition?" "Simple. We play twenty games. We don't really know about each other that much, and by playing this, we can get to know each other." He replies, and it's a great idea. "Okay," I reply and get a grin in response.

Sandy was shooed under the table waiting for the game to start. "It's a hundred dollar buy in, Dan," Chen explained, shuffling the cards. "It's all the money you get. You go bust, you're out. The slave auction after is only with the chips you still have. Dealer names the game. We tend to go with shorter games now like five card draw and stud to get to the cock sucking faster, but it's definitely your choice when you have the deal. We don't play games like high or low Chicago because there's no way to split the cock sucking in a fair and equitable manner. Any questions?"

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.

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.