Twisted The Game Novels & Stories

Urm, you can untie me now since you clearly won this round. I chuckled motioning for him to come for the chains. ''......you really do think this is a game?...'' Tylor voices , sounding a little pissed. His face was stern. What's happening? '' It is, isn't.....'' I asked unsure. Definitely thrown into confusion. ''Haha. Everything has been a game to you right?.....'' His eyes became deranged, sinister. He lashed forward and grabbed my neck, his green eyes filled with this deadly kind of hurt.

I felt him throb against me as his grip on my waist tightened, and he groaned, sending thrills racing through my body. “What if I told you that I murdered my boyfriend and his mistress?” I whispered against his ear. Tobias laughed. “You’re really full of surprises, Princess.” I faked a frown, stopping my kisses, one hand still on his neck. I caressed his lips gently with my thumb. “Just call me Gianna,” I slurred. “As you wish, Gianna,” he replied. I could feel myself getting aroused by the way he called my name. He wasn’t objecting; he just let me do my thing. It was as if the clear desire in my eyes had communicated what I wanted, and he claimed my lips softly.

asked Bethany with a corny smile. “Since you’re a girl, I'll have to be a gentleman and take it easy on you. We can go for three hundred if that's okay by you,” replied Mason. Oh, come on. You know there's only one way this game is enjoyed and that is by going all in. I say we do six hundred,” replied Bethany to Claire’s bewilderment. “Deal,” said Mason. Soon after, Ryan returned with a smile on his face, and with the aura he exuded, one could tell that everything had been set up and it was only a matter of time now.

It wasn't until thе chеck had bееn paid and thеy wеrе еnsconcеd oncе morе in thе quiеt confinеs of Tylеr's car that thе rеal gamе bеgan. "You know," Tylеr murmurеd, his voice a low, sеductivе purr, "wе could always hеad back to my placе for a nightcap." Sarah stiffеnеd bеsidе him, hеr fists clеnching in hеr lap. "I told you, this wasn't a datе," shе rеmindеd him, struggling to kееp hеr tonе еvеn.

Everywhere was dark. He slowly got up and put on the lights in his bedroom. He walked out of his bedroom and came by the staircase. He saw his parents on their kneels. He found it hard to believe that Wyatt was pointing a gun at them. "Please..... please kill me,Wyatt....Just have mercy on my family... I'm begging you"Tobias pleaded as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Wyatt aimed at his mother, Martha. He pulled the trigger.... It was as if he was watching a movie....

"Relax guys, this isn't your typical musical chair; this one has a twist: we will create two groups of male and female, with the female game on one side and the male game on the other, and the people who will be out on either side. They will do a couple of dance, with the best dancing couple receiving the best couple award." Everyone was ecstatic when they learned the game's twist and roared. Separate male and female groups gathered to take part in the game.I looked for Rachit amid the male crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen. His absence bothered me, but I decided it was better to turn my attention away from Rachit and into the game.

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.

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.

“That’s exactly how it should feel.” Zariah’s fingers traced along Imani’s hand, their fingers intertwining, teasing, pulling her closer. Malik’s thumb circled along her lower back, steady, confident, deliberate. The combination—the playful heat of Zariah, the grounding strength of Malik—made Imani feel like she was melting from the inside out.

** 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.