Twisted Games Novels & Stories

But close enough to the bar that they wouldn’t feel like they were going on safari to get a drink once the place was packed. The dance floor had a huge twister game painted on the dance floor sporting the yellow, green, red, and blue dots. The game was painted in other places around the club. Twister was popular right now with a richer cliental than it had planned for. But when the hotel it was attached to had a makeover, so had Twister. She was glad they hadn’t changed the name with the facelift.

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.”

“I look forward to it, James.” Their handshake held for a brief moment, a silent battle of wills encapsulated in a single gesture. When they let go, both knew that the stakes had only risen. Emma might have secured the title, but James wasn’t ready to surrender the influence he had quietly amassed. He would have to find other means to stake his claim within Montgomery Corporation—a quiet game of chess, with each move calculated to bring him closer to the seat he coveted.

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

That explained his frown and why he turned down Sergio's request to escort me to Tobias' house for the interview. The car that had brought me pulled up in front of a large, modern chateau that matched Tobias' aesthetics. It was challenging to read him. From my research, he was extremely private and uptight. The news of his anniversary a few weeks ago had come as a shock to everyone, and within hours, it had vanished as if it were an error. The underground cyber team of the Abyss had that information up their sleeves, making access relatively easy. His wife, Gianna Whitlock. The name sounded familiar—too familiar—but I brushed the thought aside.

Adriano says jerking me from my thoughts. "Truce" I agree, lying to his face. Smiling, I offer him my hand. Sorry Babe I think as I help him up from the floor, I made a deal with the devil and it's your soul that he wants.................. [Song: Black widow - Iggy Azalea feat. Rita Ora]

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?”

I walked into ‘Aspiration’ the gaming club that I owned. I would like to call it instead of cassino the way other people pronounced the name as if it was a disease. But in the end, they all came here to enjoy their night. Hypocrisy was everywhere, and now they hid behind million-dollar suits and shoes.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.