Dangerous Game Book Novels & Stories

Camila Collins' Point Of View The place was big, dimly lit, and totally away from the city. It was a perfect choice to execute my plan. Nothing could go wrong in that moment, nor in future events. Everything was thoroughly thought out, worked, and executed, so that nothing could hinder that move. After all, that wasn't a mere game of luck, but of strategy. Only the best and strongest players survived in the unequal jungle of that board game called real life. And I'd show that my entry in that game had only one goal: to win.

My gaze moved to Trevor "Now I need you to tell me why you said this book is dangerous " " it's not important " I can see that Trevor is avoiding the question, my eyes lower to see him clenching his fist, his eyes looking restrained like a bad memory just resurfaced. " I want to know Trevor. So please tell me " " if you try opening it and it doesn't choose you, you will die in two weeks " his gaze met mine "We were five who created the book, my four friends died but still I never got to force the book open, and that's why I was safe"

His stupid laughter got on my nerves. And since I couldn’t come out of hiding, I made my presence felt with another growl. This time louder, more dangerous. It only had the desired effect for a few seconds. Then they got up and went off in the opposite direction, losing them in the darkness. In that direction was her apartment. What else could I do but return home and think evil thoughts? This game was so damn dangerous, but I had to play it.

That name, which was supposed to serve as an endearment is a form of slow agonising torture to him and this man, this criminal, had called it in a deliciously dark way. Dimitri caged him between his hand and repeated his question. “Do you know what the basis of a game is?” He stared.into his dark orbs, letting him see the defiance in his blue-green eyes. However, his eyes widened as Dimitri leaned in, just enough for their noses to graze. “It starts with two teams, two people, two enemies, two friends.” With each stall, Dimitri rubbed his nose on Vincent's. “And do you know what's common between the two?” He asked again.

Damian’s network was vast, complex, and deadly. Every step I took felt like walking on a razor’s edge, and one wrong move could cost us everything. But it was the only move left. I leaned back in the chair, staring at the map of connections and safe houses spread across the table. The walls felt like they were closing in, but I knew I couldn’t afford to hesitate. Damian was playing a dangerous game, and if I didn’t play it better, I’d lose everything—Mandy, Emily, and even my own life.

Ian muttered, “If we screw this up, we won’t just lose the advantage. We’ll give him everything.” Madison’s gaze locked with mine. “Then we don’t screw it up.” --- The plan was dangerous. Reckless, even. But for the first time since the fire, it felt like more than survival. It felt like offense. And as I stared into the shadows outside the library, I knew one thing for certain. The game was changing again. And this time, we weren’t the only ones forcing it.

Alexander said, “you’re playing a dangerous game.” Marcus laughed lightly. “You started the game, Alex. I’m just finishing it.” Alexander reached for the panel and disconnected the intercom violently. The sudden silence felt suffocating. Lena grabbed his arm. “Alex… what does he mean? What game?” Alexander breathed out slowly, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon. “I should have told you sooner,” he said. Her voice softened. “Tell me now.” He sat down heavily on the couch, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly. After a long moment, he looked up.

Yet my precious lamb chose violence for the night, disrupting my plans for us. The ring of my phone hauled me out of my thoughts. “Boss, we caught the intel,” a voice spoke from the other end. A smile formed on my lips hearing this news. It was time to play my favorite games. The entire place smelled of blood, rust, and rotting flesh—the echoes of their cries pleasing to my ears. The torture room was my favorite part of being in the game. Nobody betrays me without having a taste of my torture room. Being ruthless gives you the opportunity to last in these wild streets.

As I walked toward the door, his cum — no, my own wetness, continued to trickle down my inner thighs. The dangerous game had started and deep down, in the darkest part of me, I couldn’t wait to lose.

He was standing there in the dead of night, not in his own quarters, but right outside my door, watching the door of the girl who was starting to unearth the very foundations of his reign. I looked back at my laptop, at the document titled 'The Pattern,' and then at the dark window. The game wasn't just beginning. The board had been set, the pieces were moving, and for the first time, I realized that in this game of shadows and silver, the most dangerous thing you could be was a witness.