Arrogant Survival Game Web Novels & Stories

Celine thought she was the luckiest woman alive. She had a fiancé who had promised to marry her, a company inherited from her late mother, and a future she had spent ten years dreaming about. Then she discovered the truth. Her fiancé, Jasper, had only been using her to steal her inheritance. Worse, he was secretly involved with her stepsister, Vanessa, whose family might have been responsible for her mother’s death. Before Celine could confront them, the world descended into hell. The Red Moon appeared, the earth shook, and terrifying monsters began hunting humans. As buildings collapsed and people fought desperately to survive, Jasper made his choice. He abandoned Celine to save Vanessa. Left alone in a world where humanity was no longer at the top of the food chain, Celine struggled to survive. But something inside her was changing. No matter how much ordinary food she ate, her hunger refused to disappear. Until she consumed the heart of a monster. [UNIQUE ABILITY AWAKENED: DEVOUR.] [EVOLUTION PATH UNLOCKED.] Celine had discovered a terrifying secret. She could consume monster cores to satisfy her hunger and evolve into something far more powerful than an ordinary human. But power comes at a price. As stronger monsters emerge and humanity fights for survival, Celine must master her mysterious ability, uncover the truth about her mother’s death, and discover why the monsters seem drawn to her. And when she finally becomes powerful enough to return to the people who betrayed her, Jasper and Vanessa will learn that the woman they abandoned is no longer someone they can destroy. They created their own worst enemy. In a world where the weak become prey, Celine will devour everything standing in her way.

Vivian Hawthorne and Luka Devereaux were best friends once — before their families' fifteen-year blood feud turned them into strangers who happened to hate each other. She left for London to escape the mafia world her family built. He vanished into Russia to escape the ghosts his family left behind. Neither planned on ever seeing the other again. Then the one man who kept their families from destroying each other dies — and leaves behind a will that changes everything. Marry within three days. Stay married for a year. Or watch everything he built fall into the hands of a cartel that will bury them all. Vivian has three days to save two empires by giving her life to the one man she was raised to fear. Luka has three days to decide whether the woman he's forced to marry is his enemy... or the only person who ever really knew him. But some wounds don't heal just because two people say "I do." And when the truth about who really killed the people they loved starts clawing its way to the surface, Vivian will learn that the most dangerous man in the room isn't the one holding the gun. It's the one holding her heart. 💍🔪 Forced marriage. Enemies to lovers. A man capable of unimaginable cruelty — and a woman determined to find out if there's anything left of the boy she used to love underneath it.

Chloe died betrayed by her lover, her sister, and her own family-all for the fortune she inherited. As her life slipped away, the only one who came for her was Seth Falcone: the ruthless, feared mafia Oon she'd spent years hurting and rejecting. He burned down everything to avenge her. When she wakes up, she's reborn back to the night that ruined everything-the night she was trapped in his bed. This time, Chloe swears she'll fix her mistakes. She'll protect the dangerous man who loved her unconditionally, destroy the monsters who destroyed her, and claim the love she threw away. But Seth doesn't trust easily. He's cold, dangerous, and deeply suspicious of her every move. Can Chloe melt his icy heart before history repeats itself? Or will the mafia's deadly world tear them apart again?

"So your plan was just to fuck me and what?" The words scrape out of my throat as the file sliped from my hands. "I was just a freaking lab rat to you?" Aiden's jaw tightens, and for the first time since I've known him, there is no smirk, no cocky remark, no infuriating confidence that makes me want to punch him and kiss him at the same time. He just stands there looking completely defeated, and somehow that hurts more than if he had laughed in my face. "Kieran..." The sound of my name almost cracks something inside me, but I force myself to hold his gaze. "Tell me the truth" My voice comes out rougher than I intend. I want him to tell me the files are wrong, that I didn't just hand him my heart only to discover he was holding a knife the entire time. "You don't know the whole story." The words settle heavily between us, and a cold dread crawls through my chest because if this isn't the whole story. I used to think my biggest problem was Aiden Voss; the rival hockey captain who got under my skin…my childhood crush. The guy I couldn't stop thinking about.. until he kissed me, and my world came crashing down in the most dramatic way possible. What started as an obsession became a secret. What became a secret turned into an addiction. Somewhere between stolen moments, jealousy-fueled arguments and a twenty-one days challenge that was supposed to prove a point, I stopped seeing Aiden as my rival and started seeing him as the one person I couldn't live without. ___________ Content is Rated 18+ This is an explicit erotic BDSM novella\short story intended for mature audiences only.

The church bells rang at exactly noon. One. Two. Three. Their deep sound rolled through the old cathedral and disappeared into the gray afternoon sky. But there was no celebration. No music. No excited guests whispering about the bride. No groom waiting at the altar. There was only rain. Heavy, merciless rain that hammered against the stained-glass windows as though heaven itself was mourning what was about to happen. At the altar stood a woman in white. Mara Elena Vale. Twenty-eight years old. Former military general. Daughter. Victim. And, according to the agreement signed that morning, the new wife of the most feared Mafia Lord in the city. She stood perfectly still. Her wedding dress was breathtaking—white silk flowing around her like a cloud, a long veil trailing behind her, delicate diamonds glittering at her ears and throat. But there was nothing soft about her expression. Her back was straight. Her chin was lifted. Her eyes were calm. Too calm. On the altar beside her stood a large framed photograph of the man she was supposed to marry. Dante Blackwood. The Mafia King. Thirty-five. Powerful. Untouchable. And absent. He hadn't come. Mara stared at his photograph for several seconds. The photograph showed a handsome man with dark hair, a hard jaw and eyes that seemed capable of making an entire room fall silent. She almost laughed. Almost. So this is my husband. A photograph. She slowly turned her gaze toward the empty church. Only three people had come to witness the marriage. A lawyer representing the Blackwood family. An elderly priest. And her mother. Her mother sat several rows behind her, dressed elegantly, with her younger daughter, Celeste, sitting beside her. Celeste was crying. Mara's eyes settled on her sister. Of course. Celeste was always the one people protected.