Books Like Control Game Novels & Stories

And I was going to need all my synapses firing cleanly for what came next. As Coleman left and Niko started packing up the cables like he wanted to strangle them, I sat there, fingers still tingling from the keys. Godmode had offered me exactly what Alexander and Dominion and half the world had always dangled: Control. The ability to end suffering more efficiently. Cut out the messy middle. It had underestimated one thing. I didn’t want a cleaner cage. I wanted people to know when someone was building one around them. “Ghost in the machine,” I murmured to myself.

The figure turned their attention to him, unimpressed. “You’ve been chasing the wrong enemy,” they said calmly. “That tends to happen when you only see what’s in front of you.” --- The Real Game Revealed “This was never about your company,” the Architect continued. “It was about control.” Aria’s pulse steadied. “Control of what?” A pause. Then— “You.” --- Silence Falls Hard The word didn’t echo. It settled. Heavy. Unavoidable. --- Not a Target… A Creation “You weren’t chosen by accident,” the Architect said.

Kael stands beside me, face pale, fury barely contained. “This Game,” he whispers, “is rewriting the rules.” I swallow hard. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he says darkly, “that even the shadows are choosing sides.” My wolf trembles inside me. Violet whispers something I don’t want to hear: ‘We’re not just losing players. We’re making monsters for the next Game.’

Alex’s POV Control is a delicate thing. People thought it came from power, money, position, dominance but real control was subtler than that. It was about anticipation, knowing what pieces would move before they even touched the board and Emily… Emily was one of those pieces I couldn’t afford to miscalculate. I watched her across the desk, her back too straight, her expression careful, though I could see the tension vibrating just beneath her skin. She had dressed like she wanted to convince me she belonged here—black dress, low heels, minimal jewelry, professional, almost severe. If she thought it would intimidate me, she was wrong.

My heart was failing but it was at those moments, I felt a strange peace within myself. This is what death feels like… it’s very lonely. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey readers, if you have gotten this far in the chapter, congratulations because you have finished the first book series of A Game of Chess: Queens to King.

she said. “What? What the hell?” I knit my brows and walked to her. But then I quickly stepped back and refrained from touching her because of the blood and its stench on me. “Zeve, is it really possible?” “Yes. A control circle is a part of forbidden art. I am sure Derek planned these riots,” she said. I placed my hand over my mouth. “What in the devil…” I licked my lips and then took off my shirt.

These were what flashed in his head like he was being programmed and without a second thought, he grabbed a flower vase and smashed it on her head. “Arrgh!” Alessia screamed in pain as the base destroyed completely, its flowers falling down in bits. Immediately, the doorbell rang and he spared her a last glance, watching her groan in pain before leaving the room. It was like he was being brainwashed because desperation pushed out some actions he couldn't control. He descended the stairs with long strides and getting to the main door in the sitting room, he opened the door to see a delivery girl. Earlier, he had ordered food for both him and his fiancée.

"You're working on the sneak attack against me?" His legs press up against mine again, tighter this time. "Yeah, you won't even know I'm in here until it's too late." His controller taps on my chest above my heart twice before he casually resumes playing the game like he didn't just throw my world for a loop. I don't even know what to do with that, so I ignore it and try to change to subject to a safer one even as my heart beats erratically from where the controller touched me. "Why are all these games based in medieval eras with dragons and swords and shit?" I look back to Finn as I ask my question.

Looking at the screen I see she'd kill two people already, leaving only two left. "Again." Pushing on my head again I pull her into my mouth, working my tongue against her as I suck her off. She got louder as I pleased her, even her hands were struggling to stay on the controller. "S-shit… one left." She groaned, keeping a hand in my hair for a moment longer. Taking her into my throat again I felt her legs twitch and strain under my touch, she was close. "Don't stop." She grunts, still trying to finish the game. Moving my hand under I massage her balls, feeling them clench and swell.

"You know, chess is a game of control. Every move. Every decision. It's all about maintaining command over the board, over your opponent." Ava looked up from the game, her eyes meeting his. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, and there was something in his words that hit her. "You seem to know a lot about control," she said, her voice carefully neutral. Carver's smile was slow and deliberate. "Well, control is a fascinating concept, don't you think? It can mean so many different things. Control over oneself, over others, over circumstances." Ava's mind was racing, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. She knew that there was something more to this conversation, something mor