Twisted Games Novels & Stories

"I thought it might be fun to try if you want to. It's called Twister." "Oh, I haven't played that since I was in high school," Vicky said with a laugh. "If I remember, it was a lot of fun." "I'll get it then," Trina said, getting to her feet and flashing her pussy again at me. She went into the other room, then returned a moment later with the game. Opening it, she, took out a big plastic Iet with different colored circles on it and spread it on the floor. It was about six feet square and filled the middle of the room.

And I refuse to be his toy. He clenched his jaw. I know that he is growing impatient. I smirked at him. "Petrakis Tzivas is in my dungeon. Bathing in his own blood..." he whispered in a cold and low voice, making me froze in his arms.

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

A smirk played on my face as I twisted his own words against him. “Using my own words against me now? Princess? “ He hissed his eyes fixed on the paper. ” “Maybe I am maybe I am not. ” His turbulent eyes ascended to meet my gaze. “You are playing a very dangerous game princess.” He said, averting his gaze to me. I whispered the phrase "I'm counting on it. I am counting on it Nikolai and I will enjoy every second of this dangerous game till I watch you shake and break! ” An extended silence unfolded between us — filled with tension.

“Then I’ll do whatever you want.” My stomach twisted, but I wouldn’t let him see how much he got under my skin. “And if I lose?” “You admit I was right about you.” I scoffed. “That’s it?” “Not scared, are you?” he teased. I squared my shoulders. “Fine. You’ve got yourself a bet.” Nick grinned. “Good girl.” I really hated the way his voice made me tingle all over. Game on. The instant I said yes to the bet, I regretted it.

bodaway asks. “i feel like the forest that the cop told us is now private property has the answers...that trap...the trap you saved me from, had a tranq gun just waiting to fire. they’re looking for something...someone.” i swallow. “it makes me feel like they have her, and they want to find her ‘mate’....i need to find elijah.” “why were you smoking wolfbane?” the other man blurts out. “u-uhh anger management, help keep myself from shifting and becoming a murderer.” i said bluntly. “a rogue is one of my kind that doesn’t take wolfbane supplement.”

I pleaded to him. He hesitated a lot but looked pityingly at me. "Okay no need of your help," Chris snapped at him. “Wait, I will help,” he said at last and kept his hand to open the room. “PASSWORD CORRECT,” We three entered the room. It’s way bigger than I imagined. It’s like a company, infinite androids are working in front of the screen. Sincerely. many rows and columns seats filled by androids. Above all, a large screen fixed, it shows different images of the universe, planets. They are keeping track of everywhere.

It made me laugh how much people thought they knew me enough to say shit about me when in reality I could kill them all without feeling any sense of remorse. But I wouldn't do that. Not unless I have to of course. "This game sucks ass" Khalil complained as he yawned. "That cheerleader is giving me the 'fuck me' eyes" Za smirked as he stared right at a girl who was indeed staring back at him whilst twirling her hair and occasionally giggling annoyingly because of him sending her winks or whatever it was he did to get some pussy for the night. "She looks 5" I commented making them laugh.

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

“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.”