All For The Game Book Series Novels & Stories

We've only just began. This story can end in a thousand ways possible. In this so called game, there can only be one winner. Welcome to the final level. Players, on your marks! Get set... go! ⚘ end ⊹ of ⊹ season 1 ·································································································································· NOVEMBER 2022

I was preparing to play against the guy I'd fallen in love with. Against the guy whose heart I'd broken. I honestly didn't know how the hell I was supposed to separate the two. I rubbed a hand over my face. "Damn it." Friday was going to be a fucking nightmare. I locked my phone and tossed it onto the bed beside me. I turned around and laid on my stomach. I buried my face in my pillow and let out a long, frustrated groan. This was the biggest game of the season. And with the form we were on and the form the Lions were on, everyone on the team truly believed we could win this time. They were excited. It was all they have been talking about.

They all seemed to mock how blind I'd been. My chat history with Josephine still contained nothing but bank transfers. Somewhere along the way, she'd gone from telling me everything to not even sending a simple good morning message. Every text I sent disappeared into the void without so much as a reply. The day I was supposed to leave, someone started pounding on my door. I opened it to find Owen standing there alone. "What's wrong—" Before I could finish, Owen's fists slammed into my leg over and over, forcing me backward.

My heart skipped a beat when he put his hands on the wall and leaned close to me, ripping my strength to replace it with his intoxication. "Miss Beth." He whispered huskily, completing his sentence, moving his face so close to mine. I shuddered as I could feel his malicious plans under my fingernails, stirring my mind. "What game?" I asked in a whisper, not liking this at all but his offer was too good to resist. He let out a low yet dark chuckle and moved to my neck and spoke up in a whisper, "For the next ten minutes, I will seduce you and if the word 'Please' escaped your lips. You lose."

Her voice was gone. Only the shard of broken glass on the floor still faintly shimmered where she had been. From the crowd, someone whispered, “Maybe this is some trick by the professor…” No one responded. Because a question had begun to rise inside everyone — If this is a game… then how does it end? Suddenly, a laugh echoed from the back row. Rishabh. Always smiling. Always the one who made fun of everything. He stood up and said casually, “Why are you all so scared? Come on, yaar. This is just a psychological game.

The woman who, according to village whispers, once worked for the Blackwell family… and vanished decades ago. I touched the cover. It was cold—unlike the warm board above it. Opening it, the first page was covered in tight, slanted handwriting in black ink, fading at the edges. > This book is not for the eyes of outsiders. If you are reading it, you are already part of the game. I swallowed hard. Game? My eyes skimmed further. The pages were full of what looked like prophecies, some crossed out, some marked with sharp X’s.

I handed him the book. "A reverse harem romance," he read aloud. "What's a reverse harem?" He asked. "A reverse harem is one where there are many men satisfying one woman, instead of many women for one man; a harem in reverse," I informed him. He continued reading the publicity blurb on the back of the book. "'I was a virgin when the earth was captured in an interstellar war. I was stripped, enslaved and auctioned off to ten alien warriors who helped subdue our world. I was claimed and ravished in the most reprehensible ways imaginable. They set about mastering my maiden body and instructing me what it means to belong to them absolutely. They bought me to use me, but in my heart I know they

"Maybe the Strongs and Jerry can give her enough cock to satisfy her, sir? We don't mind providing the quid pro quo, though we might need to bring Lucas with us if it's after Julia delivers. The extra care givers here will help us look after him. You and your father could plug two of her holes again. He seems to enjoy this mouthy slave and I'm sure she'd earn another good spanking. She's spent most of the last day with a red ass." "Oh, tell me about the poker game, sir," Dawn said. "It sounds like fun." I explained the rules of the Thursday night game to her. "Fuck me, Master Scott, I'm juicing up," Dawn said. "Could you sell me for the entire night?" We all laughed. Dawn was incorrigible. "

I replied. "I've thought of taking a female slave for myself," she said. "As the owner of one, I can recommend it," I replied. Lisa won next and I was pleasuring my sister slave. As a slave herself, Lisa climaxed before her two minutes was up, the first to cum at the table. Ed won next and I soon found my lips stretching over his tool. I had to leave him unfinished. Regina won again and this time she climaxed. The games were running pretty even at the start. By the time my service was finished, only the two women had climaxed, none of the men receiving enough stimulation to cum.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.