Bad Games Books Novels & Stories

my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.” “You do not have as much of an advantage as you believe. Though you may think you are necessary you are in fact not.” The words punctured my heart as my mind was filled with how many times Niklaus had made me feel worthless. “Fine. Sure whatever, I am after all nothing to everyone and everything,” the anger in my voice was burning up with each word and I couldn’t even think straight as I just began to vomit out all the feelings I had been bottling up for years, “You’re just another in a long list of people who think I am worthless. So fine go ah

Bella is really going to benefit from someone who is really laid back and able to calm her down. Challenge this week is going to be a bit different. I want to know what other books you are reading/recommend, specifically on GoodNovel (I'll ask about other apps next challege). I'm currently reading Hatred with Benefits (updated daily) and love it. Would highly recommend the Six-Pack Series, Mated to the Alpha Twins, Hard and Deep, and Bully Me as well. Looking for 15 comments for an extra update. Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!

I think he knows what I'm talking about and it looks like the bad boy loves his book. He didn't say a word, just scowling at me and probably hoping to scare me into returning it. "But I need your help in exchange for it." I finished, hopeful. He scoffed. "Sorry baby girl but I don't play games." He said without so much as cracking a smile. "You have my book, give it back. And if you've ope....." "Don't hold your breath, I didn't." I said angrily, cutting him off. "But I'm not giving it back unless you promise to help me."

He jumped, doing as he's told. Loser. A voice inside of me said. Sore loser. I shake the thought away immediately. I am a sore loser, in fact, I am not a loser. I never lost in a bet before—hell, I haven't even lost in a hand combat. But Lucas was good and I hate to admit it in his face so I continued to be mad at everything else.

The hallway between third and fourth period was always chaotic, but today it felt electric. I spotted Emily Kane walking with her books clutched tightly to her chest like a shield. She kept her head slightly down, trying to blend in, but something about her made that impossible. I moved deliberately and bumped into her harder than necessary. Books exploded across the marble floor. Papers scattered everywhere. The entire hallway slowed to watch what the king of Westbridge would do next. She looked up sharply. Up close, she was striking, warm skin, determined eyes, and lips pressed into a tight, angry line.

I rummage through my bag and pull out my Divergent novel and lose myself in the action filled world. There’s nothing that can piss a reader off more than an immense interruption in a very good part of a book. So, with a scowl on my face I turn with a glare, scanning the room, ready to unleash my anger with my eyes on whoever decided to have an argument in the library. These places are quiet for a reason. Whoever it is should be close because their voice shouldn’t carry all the way back here from the front of the room. I decide to just lean my head back on the cold wood and wait for the murmurs to dissipate.

It was covered in dense, disgusting sores. "You’re pitiful? What about me and our child? Back then, I begged you to save me, but you just kept kicking me over and over again. Do you have any idea how much pain I was in? Nicholas, when a person makes a mistake, it’s like shattering a mirror—it can never be pieced back together," I spoke with an icy indifference. "No! It can be fixed!" He crawled toward me, repeatedly bowing his head to the floor. "I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

“Except you could make do with some company but in return, I must fix up this whole messy appearance for you.” I sighed and stared at my reflection. I did look terrible and I hadn't taken a shower for the day. Like I said, I wasn't a morning person so no judgments. “Fine,” I said. “We have a deal.” *** It was a pity only six of fifteen books were actually good. I was going to murder Beta Miles for recommending sock as romance books. This was one of the reasons I detested romance and I'm sorry, not sorry but I consider people who read romance books, funny people.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.