Dangerous Game Book Novels & Stories

"Come on, baby doll. Live a little. We don't know what the future holds. We might as well take advantage of the present because the country is already under attack." His seductive words sent a cold chill down her spine, and she found herself leaning into him, her entire body craving his touch. His hand slid up her smooth thigh, his rough fingers tracing small circles on her skin. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it slipped out anyway. "We… We shouldn’t be doing this. You are playing a dangerous game," she warned, but her voice lacked conviction. A dark chuckle escaped his throat. "I like dangerous games. They are more fun, but predictable games are boring."

I was in. And the game had just become infinitely more dangerous

As she finished the last article a smirk appeared on her face. "The game begins..." She said as she closed her laptop. A cold and cunning smile was formed on her face and she seemed to be ready to kill anyone at that moment. The old Meera was back but along with the heartless and strong Aria, she was more dangerous than ever before. *A night before the bombing, an abandoned basement* "Did you guys understood the plan?" Noah asked after telling them the whole plan and everyone responded positively as they nodded their heads along. Still, everyone present there was nervous about if they actually wanted to do it.

Even though they were living with the Aaron’s, his mother would still go out for a jig or two sometimes. She claimed that she couldn’t be indoors all day doing nothing, she loved the thrill of danger. It kept her alive but could also take her life, now something more dangerous has happened and he was uncertain about her safety. Wether she would make it out of this danger or if the danger would take her away from him. Noah looked over at Sam again and saw that she had abandoned her meal and was dozing off, he looked back and saw that Liam was still strapped on tightly and was still sleeping soundly.

Whoever this man is, he must be good, he's so fucking cautious. From the look in his eyes, he wants to fuck me so bad yet his guard is all up. I drown the remaining drink from my glass and decide to risk it again. I'm not drunk, I only drink when necessary and that is like never. I get up from my position and he carefully watches me as I gently straddle his lap. His arms quickly hold me in place to stop any further movement and I wonder why he is so stuck up. "You will get hurt little girl, I'm not here to entertain your stupid Immature games" He grumbles with a deep frown on his face but his hands don't let my waist go, instead, his grip tightens.

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

And I was ready to play a game no one else could comprehend. Our story was unfolding. Layer by layer. Secret by secret. And I intended to write every single page with a precision that would make even the most calculating predators bow in respect. The game was changing. And I was its silent, most dangerous player.

Sometimes the most dangerous game isn't knowing who to trust-it's deciding what you're willing to risk in order to protect them. By midnight, I'd have the answers we desperately needed, or I'd find out first-hand just how cold the Thames waters get. Whichever the case, the shadow games were about to get deadly.

The anticipation in the room was tangible, and I could feel the weight of impending doom hanging over me. "What is this? What evil game are you planning to play?" I gasped, my breath heavy from screaming and exertion. David cast a cold glance at Dane, who instantly understood his silent command. With a flick of a switch, the board slowly began to rotate, my body pressed against it. Panic surged through me as the rotation gradually picked up speed, and I let out a piercing scream. “We’re playing a game called darts.” He said just as the first knife came flying at me.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, better give up!" My blood turned cold. Then, just as suddenly as he appeared, he stepped back. Without another word, he turned and disappeared out the door, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest. Who was he? And how the hell did he know my name? What does he mean by I'm playing a dangerous game? What exactly does he want?