All Chapters of Game of Betrayal : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sariel's point of view Their call time is seven, and it's five o'clock. I first went up to the room I stayed in at Meli's house. Yeah, I have my own room here. My uncle is in the house always, sometimes, and everywhere, so I stay here whenever I don't want to go home. It's fine with my mom; as far as I know, Tito Finn's attention isn't on her, but on me. Now, he is not as strict, and this is what frightens me—I am concerned that he may be preparing for something terrible. I just took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts away. I need to enjoy tonight first. Enjoy now, suffer later? After I finished getting ready, I called Meli to help me with the food. I just changed clothes and will shower at their place—I’m not smelly yet, e. Meli immediately helped me, as I still had to bring everything to the car. She said that Lowe and the others would meet us at the rest house. They offered to pick us up, but I said it was okay and that Meli and I could manage. After arranging everything, we

Third Person's Point of View They continued playing. Kenzie cursed when Meli stopped the game several times, as his dare was to sit in the room's corner and remain silent until the completion of the next dare. They all laughed because he really looked like a fool, just watching them until the dare was over. The teddy bear's next victim was Owen, who dared to let someone else tickle him, and Kaelyn volunteered. She tried not to laugh at Owen but eventually did because of his expression. Owen did everything he could not to laugh, but everyone was already laughing, with some even crying from amusement. He looked like he was constipated, and his face was indescribable. Once he let out a laugh, he faced unpleasant consequences. After each successive dare, they continued taking a shot of the cocktail. The Bacardi and vodka had a high alcohol percentage, so they were starting to get tipsy. They knew it didn’t quite match the vibe of beer bottles and whiskey, but the combination of cozy

Sariel's point of view "Are you sober?" Maddy growls at me. He's still lying there and staring at me. I bet if I were still asleep, I'd know how he'd wake me up—like if I were Aurora and he was the prince who'd kiss me to wake me up. Ha! My delusions are wild. "I'm moderately functional." I smile at him and lightly touch my temple, which feels like it's under constant pressure. "I'll take that as a no," Maddy hisses, getting up from the bed. "Where are you going?" I immediately grab the hem of his t-shirt. He looks at it, then back at my eyes. I quickly let go, lean back against the headboard, and close my eyes. "I'm going downstairs to check on the others and prepare breakfast. Take your medicine first and follow me to the kitchen," he replies before turning and leaving the room. I tried to recall what happened last night—watching Mean Girls, the series of dares—and then I don’t know what happened next. We were probably all really drunk, except maybe for some of the guys, but

Sariel's point of viewWe're currently at the National Bookstore with Kaelyn and Aster. We only took one big cart, and Aster is the one pushing it. Thankfully, Aster shares the same vibes as me, while I have no idea what station Kaelyn is at. As for Aster and me, we're busy browsing through dark romance books, action and mystery thrillers, and, let's not forget, fantasy."Hey, Ate Sera," Aster called, and she came to me, showing me a book. "Have you read this? Twisted Emotions and Twisted Pride?""Oh? I didn't finish it, but I can really say it's good, and the author is great at writing. I just wasn't able to finish it. It's the type of sensation where I can sense the pain in the characters' words every time they're throwing it. Damn, it's just one of my collections to support. Oh my gosh, I honestly can't. I'm also heartbroken, just like the characters," I said with a chuckle."How about this?" She showed me another book, but Kaelyn interrupted by handing her a Bible. "Why don't you

Sariel's point of view "Ahhh," I moan, but then I remember we're in public, and someone might hear me, so I stifle my moan. I'm really wet down there. He slowly and deeply slides his fingers as he finger-fucks me, moving them in and out. I make a sound like a sob as I clench around him. I want to scream, but I can't. Gracious, it feels like I'm being punished, but it's different—it's so good. His fingers feel amazing—they're big and fit inside of me perfectly—but this is the first time I've experienced it with someone else's fingers. I mean, I do finger myself, and it sucks, but at least I experience some pleasure. He inserted another finger, and I arched my back. With a sinister gleam in his eyes, he looks down at me. My eyes roll back in my head. I'm trembling all over. As his fingers delve into my pússy, it melts in his hand. As the orgasm lingers, he slowly circles. "You good?" I nod, as if my voice is trapped in my throat. He slowly and deeply rubs around my clitoral area, his