Books Like Squid Game Novels & Stories

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

He hadn’t looked up from his book—a hardcover about deep-sea creatures that he’d been reading for three days, the spine already cracked from the number of times he’d pressed it flat to study the illustrations. “Did you know,” Lucas said, “that the colossal squid has the largest eyes of any living creature? Each one is the size of a dinner plate.” “Nobody asked, Lucas,” Chloe said. “Nobody needs to ask. Knowledge is free.” We all giggled. I scraped the burned eggs into the trash and started new ones. Harrison leaned against the counter beside me, close enough that his hip touched mine. “I’ll do toast,” he offered. “You’ll sit down and supervise.”

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.