Twisted Games Novels & Stories

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out

"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."

He did keep his word. After that, Microworks never launched any new games. Their gaming department depended on operating top games domestically and internationally to earn money. Rubik could try all they want, but they could not plagiarize anything. They could only rely on their mobile card game and even did the same thing they always had before—rebranding the game over and over to create so-called new games.

I say in the first round. Jake leans forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Gwen, have you ever fantasized about being with more than one guy at the same time?” I blush hard, the wine making me far too honest. “Maybe… once or twice.” Their smiles widen instantly. I can already tell these are bad boys, the kind who push limits and never apologize for it. My heart beats faster. I know I should stop the game now, but the heat pooling between my legs keeps me playing.

"Already checked that. Old background loop. The attack's coming from the main server routing." I bit the inside of my cheek, unconvinced. They were being played. The flood of traffic on the main server was a decoy. and the real attacker was using an inverted proxy route through the legacy directory to quietly siphon data from the blind spot — a classic, high-level infiltration tactic these engineers were falling for. Kenneth's voice sliced through the hum, shattering my focus. His gaze was pinned on me — he'd noticed me staring at the master terminal instead of making calls.

While she looked through the files on it, Adrian stood behind her “It has been deactivated” she said “Of course” Adrian walked away. “What are you going to do now” she asked “I already made my move” he said “Let the next player play” he said. Carolina was in the library when Adrian came in “Do you need something?” she asked, getting up to her feet “When was the last time you met Woo Jin?” he asked “It’s been a while, why?” she asked “I heard he went back to town” she added

"Mr. Gage, I already told you—Ms. Esmeray is Mr. Stewart's esteemed guest." The smile vanished from Simon's face. It was replaced by a cold expression that filled the car with tension. My dad awkwardly withdrew his hand. "I was just joking." The car fell silent after that, but the group chat became lively again. Estel sent an angry emoji before adding, "Esmeray, what did you say to Simon? Why is he siding with you?" I was just as surprised. I hadn't said anything to Simon. Estel's frustration boiled over. "If I find out you said something you shouldn't have, I'll make your life miserable."

“Trust you? How am I supposed to do that when everytime I've trusted you, its come back to haunt me.” Alex stepped closer. The light glowing from the chandelier above caught the conflicted expression on his face. “I’m asking you to trust me now, not as the cold, calculate businessman you're familiar wit but as a man who's done pretending.” Leah let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Pretending? You've mastered that so good that you had me believing I was nothing more than a pawn in some twisted games.” Her eyes shimmered with emotions swirling behind them. “And maybe I was.”