Caged Game Novels & Stories

“I’ve arranged a proper honeymoon suite for the two of you.” She dropped a keycard on the table with a thud. “I’ll be staying here in this room.” Ethan just smirked. Violet stood there blinking, still processing. Emma turned to her next. “You have five minutes. If you don’t move, I’ll throw your clothes in a trash bag myself.” For the first time since landing, Ethan felt his mood improve significantly. The game had officially begun. To be continued

Elowen snapped. “I solve it by keeping you alive,” Corvin said. Elowen stepped closer, heat rising in his chest. “Alive where? In your rooms? In your sight? Or under your command?” Corvin’s jaw tightened. “Under my protection.” Elowen shook his head. “You dress it in softer words, but it is still a cage.” Corvin’s gaze did not waver. “A cage keeps predators out.” “And traps animals inside,” Elowen shot back.

I asked as we approached the pack borders, staring at the guards standing at the borders. “You can call me Cage,” these words escaped his lips as he was panting furiously. “Why would your parents decide to call you Cage?” “Cause I’ve caught many people that tried to take the Alpha’s life and made sure they were killed in my cage and that cage is like an underground room in my house” he divulged wearing a smile on his face as I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Who’s she?” “Alpha’s orders” He divulged, as the Alpha and his other men approached the borders.

"The Apex Bloom was designed to leave one survivor. A single, ruthless victor. You spared the soldier. You defied the architecture." "The architecture was flawed, Franco," I replied. My voice rang clear and cold in the morning air. I walked slowly toward him, my tactical boots crunching over the broken glass from last night’s chaos. "You built a game to test who could be the most vicious animal in a cage. But I am not an animal. And I am entirely finished with cages." I stopped inches from him. I let my gaze trail over his exhausted, awe – struck face. The professional distance was completely gone. He was practically vibrating with a dark, consuming heat.

That marriage, that family, had been nothing more than a gilded cage. Dazzling, unbreakable, and the envy of everyone, yet it suffocated me. The next day, I stood in front of a cleaning company. "$6 an hour, 10-hour shifts, daily pay. Work locations vary based on client assignments." A middle-aged woman with permed curls placed a uniform in front of me, eyeing me from head to toe with skepticism. "Can someone like you—so well-educated—handle physical labor?" I took the uniform and smiled. "Don’t underestimate me. I’m good at this."

“You’ve earned it. Just don’t break anything this time.” “We make no promises,” Tyler said, grinning. ⸻ Later – The Games Room The royal games room buzzed with energy as the teens piled in. The walls were lined with polished wooden shelves, card tables, vintage arcade machines, and one long, sleek table for tower challenges — their favorite game, which involved stacking enchanted rune stones by speed and strategy until the tower either collapsed or reached the ceiling. Gabby dove for the controls of a retro hoverball game, dragging Cato along with her. “You’re playing.”

The moment she stepped inside, her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t what she expected. Not a torture room. Not some cold, sterile lab or dark chamber meant to terrify her. It was—color. A massive room opened up before her, nearly twice the size of any she’d seen in the house. Neon lighting glowed from above, and the air buzzed with energy. Along the far wall stood vintage arcade machines, flashing with pixelated games. In another corner, a sleek black pool table gleamed under hanging lights. A massive console setup lined the wall, complete with multiple screens and every gaming console imaginable. There was even a racing simulator with two full car seat rigs.

I could spend hours playing games, and it also helped in clearing my mind when I wasn't feeling too good. Actually, I had no complex thoughts at the moment. Even what happened earlier no longer affected me that much, and all I wanted to do was just... play. "Did something happen today?" Abel asked, his tone soft and warm. I raised my brows slightly, unable to keep my eyes on him as I was worried I might lose the game. "It's nothing big. Just found out something big today," I replied casually, but my heart ached again. It was like an old wound was pierced.

Alex responded. "Her name?" Denzel asked though he knew who it was. He just wondered if that lady understood English because last he checked he warned her from coming any close to his property. "Georgina Wilson," "Let her in," Denzel authorized and he bowed walking out. Georgina cat-walked into the office her head raised high. "What do you want?" He questioned in a cold voice startling her. "I came to see you," "What do you want from me?" "We are supposed to get married for crying out loud, why do you treat me like some piece of trash. You don't respect me one bit,"

Gina struggles and says, “ Cody, please let me go.” I put my fingers around her neck and choke her. “ What have you done? Tell me!” Struggles and tries pulling herself out of my grip I am too strong for her. “ Do not be in a hurry. Sweetie, let us play a game together.” There is fear in Gina’s eyes, but I do not care. After a bit more walking, we finally reach the werewolf prison. The werewolf prison is similar to a human prison, but we have some special things designed for werewolves.