Caged Game Novels & Stories

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

“Now I’m building something with you.” My breath caught. “You make it sound like I’m part of your business plan.” “You’re not,” he said, leaning closer. “You’re the endgame.” I looked away, my pulse racing. “You’re impossible.” “And you,” he murmured, “are still trying to figure out if you want to run… or stay.” I swallowed hard, forcing a smirk. “Maybe I’m just keeping my options open.” He chuckled low, the sound curling around me like smoke. “Options are for people who aren’t already mine.”

I accused before slamming down my mind shields and ending our conversation. "What if both die during the games?" Denver mused after a short moment of silence. "My father wouldn't create a game that could kill them. Not when each has their own packs to take care of," I waved off the suggestion with a flick of my wrist, "I don't even know how many games he plans on holding. The all-mighty Game Master has kept all his cards hidden." "Not really," a triumphant grin split Denver's full lips, "my father mentioned that there will be three to five games. Depending on how the Alphas perform. He will host one game a day every second day to give the Alphas a chance to rest in between."

"Cassian can wait in the lobby. The city isn't going anywhere, Zara. Let them wait." He began to trace slow, deliberate circles over the skin of my hip, his touch light but possessive. It was in these moments—the quiet, domestic stretches before the masks went back on—that the "Game" felt the most dangerous. In the boardroom, I knew who he was. In the van, I knew his purpose. But here, in the tangled charcoal sheets, he was a man who smelled of sandalwood and salt, and I was a woman who was starting to forget why I should be afraid of him.

“My baby can’t be gone.” I began to cry again, loudly. “I want my baby back.” “Your baby can’t come back.” “You’re lying!” Before I could even think, I grabbed the glass cup beside me and smashed it against his head. “Ah!” Preston staggered backward, clutching his heaun Blood immediately began running down his forehead. “Bring my baby to me!” I screamed. He stared at me in disbelief, one hand still pressed against his bleeding head. “Are you insane?”

He felt bad to leave her out like that, especially after already upsetting her so far. He took a deep breath. "Rose, do you wanna watch?" He asked. "Eh?" She surely was shocked. 'Maybe I shouldn't have asked…' "Umm… Sure." Rose moved to sit close to Matthew. Matthew moved over a bit to give her some room. Then his eyes were locked on the screen. The logo of the company working on the game showed up on the television that was connected. CRIMSON GAMES A scene of mountains, deserts, snow, ocean, forests, spooky grave yards played on the television in one smooth flow of the camera zooming it until it stopped at an open field of grass. Then a young woman in a suit showed up from the corner of the

“That sounds an awful lot like denial to me.” “You’re both irritating,” I retorted, grabbing a clean towel. “Correct,” Tess answered immediately without a second thought. The cage room looked even more alive tonight. Bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder around the betting tables while the blue neon reflected across leather cuts and whiskey bottles. Somewhere near the cage, two bikers argued loudly over the odds while women danced near the jukebox in the far corner. The room breathed, shifted, and lived. And somehow, after only two nights, it already felt familiar; that was a dangerous realization.

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.

RAVEN "You are going to feel guilty, but we both know staying in this situation is hurting you all." He said softly. I could feel how bad he felt saying that, but it was the truth. "Putting aside everything... Let’s play a game. I ask a question and you pick which one you would choose." He added, slapping his thigh as the idea popped in his head. Putting aside everything… The curse included. Because that was what I used to make myself feel better every time I felt guilty for how I was treating Damon, but that was not an excuse.

When Caden heard the sound of footsteps, he turned and saw Elsa walking away. He called out to her but she ignored him and ran into her tent. He wondered if she was upset that he won her during the game yesterday. There was no way he would have deliberately lost for her sake. If that was why she was acting up, then he wasn't sorry at all, he thought to himself. When the sun had set, the gong sounded, signifying that it was time for the game. All the contestants came out and stood as the elderly council member addressed them. "Today's game is going to test your skills. It is called Crab fishing. Take note of the following rules;