Dangerous Games Book Novels & Stories

"I don't like this game." "Why though?" "It's so dangerous." I fell into silence. At first, I thought that Maeve would say that this game wasn't fun, as any child would. But it seems that I have completely forgotten that the monsters lurking in her dad's pack territory have already done a fine job of alerting kids her age to the dangers out there. For a second, I felt so silly, and Carlo's words hit me like a tonne of bricks. She was right. This game is dangerous, yet I am an omega who has never even gotten proper training in my entire life, intending to join.

Amara POV The quiet that follows his words feels heavy. I stare at him across the long stretch of polished black desk, trying to read the expression on his face. But my father seems to be quite good at that. Hiding things. Letting people think they understand the game while he moves the pieces three turns ahead. “Whatever game you’re playing.. it’s a very dangerous one,” I say slowly. His fingers tap once against the arm of the throne. “Every worthwhile game is dangerous.”

"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."

“That’s enough, Elena The authority in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. But she refused to back down. She looked at him, meeting his gaze head-on. “Did I say something wrong, husband?” For the first time, something in Damien’s calm façade cracked. His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched. The war between them had officially begun. A Dangerous Game After dinner, Damien wasted no time confronting her. The moment they were alone in the hallway, he turned to her, his voice low and sharp. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Elena.” She crossed her arms. “Oh? I thought we were supposed to act like a real couple in public.” His eyes narrowed. “You embarrassed me.

Games that were dangerous as those who participated in them became violent. Vox growling at the thought of our mate playing those games and with Lilyanna of all people. A notion that was completely unacceptable. For not only were they dangerous but Tori was more than likely carrying our pups or at least that was our theory based on what we all smelt when hanging around him in general.

“However, he used to have some vision issues, so he can now hardly see anything, and he perceives people as being hazy.” “But why is Adam playing chess with him?" Mia asked, turning to face her in surprise. "Ha-ha-ha..." Dorothy laughed uncontrollably when she heard that, saying, "Young Master Bowen is a sweet man. He is aware that Old Master Bowen enjoys playing chess, but occasionally he is unable to tell the difference between black and white pieces. The only person who is patient enough to play chess with him is Young Master Bowen.” Mia gave a little nod. Adam didn't seem to be all that horrible. He was, at the very least, quite close to his grandfather. She was psychologically worn out

“You’d do good to let this sink in.” She took in one breath, and for a second, I waited for the eventual torrent of backlash. Instead, she nodded quietly and got out of her seat. Just as she reached the door, she turned, chancing one glance at me. “Pride remains the most dangerous thing in every game.” I levelled one long look at her before turning to the papers before me. “Leave the quotes to people who actually know how to play.” Her hand tightened on the door frame. Then, she left without another word.

he says. “I am asking you to watch.” “While they build something that could take everything from us.” “While they show us exactly how to break it.” Silence. Long. Heavy. Because this is not an easy decision. Not for him. Not for me. “You are playing a dangerous game,” he says. “I know.” “And you are not afraid of losing.” “I am afraid of not understanding.” That lands. Because in this world… Ignorance is more dangerous than risk. He studies me.

I knew I was playing a dangerous game. And I loved every second of 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.