Dating Game By Icp Lyrics Novels & Stories

One life for another. That is the rule of the Aftergame. Lena was a ghostwriter who lived in the shadows—until a devastating betrayal by her sister pushed her into the path of a speeding truck. She expected the void. Instead, she woke up in a sadistic, system-driven purgatory where the dead must compete for a second chance at life. In this gore-soaked nightmare, survival has a name: Riven. A lethal player with eyes like cold flint, Riven breaks the game’s cardinal rule to save Lena, making them both targets of the system’s wrath. But as they reach the final level, the horrific truth unvails. Riven isn’t a player. He is the Executioner—a sentient program designed to mimic love, only to deliver the ultimate soul-crushing betrayal. But Riven has developed a terminal malfunction: he truly loves her. Now, Lena is back in the land of the living, but the world is starting to pixelate. To save her, the machine that was meant to kill her has built her a cage. And in the Aftergame, mercy is the most terrifying fate of all.

I fell in love with the maid's daughter. The maid bullied and controlled me.My family fortune was cheated out, and my parents died tragically. I couldn't accept it, so I jumped off a tower to kill myself.Unexpectedly, I was reborn to the day a year ago...

Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family. For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town. Today was our three-year anniversary. I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to finally tell him my real identity and pull him out of this misery. I walked down the corridor of The Grand Pavilion, holding a box of vanilla shortbread -- his favorite. Through the half-open door of a private suite, Julian Ashford stood tall on two perfectly healthy legs, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, sliding a rare pink diamond ring onto the finger of Victoria Sterling -- the city's most celebrated socialite. "Victoria, I used that scholarship girl as a shield to survive three years of my old man's relentless arranged marriage schemes. My body's completely untouched. You've always been the one I was going to marry." I looked down at my own hands, cracked and raw from the cold, and tore the inheritance documents to shreds.

"You need to stop looking at me when we are in public, Connor." "I cannot do that, Megan, because my job is to make everyone in this room believe I am obsessed with you." "You are touching me too much." "I am barely touching you, but if you want me to pull you closer and show them what we do behind closed doors, you only have to ask." I spent my college career hiding behind oversized clothing while keeping a pathetic crush on Caleb Mercer. I thought he cared about me, but I was entirely wrong. I overheard him bragging to his friends about how he planned to secretly record us in his bedroom and use the video to blackmail me. I refused to be a victim anymore. I bought a completely new wardrobe, threw away my glasses, and walked back onto campus ready to confront him. Before Caleb could bully me again, Connor Blake intervened. Connor is the intimidating captain of the ice hockey team and Caleb's biggest rival. He kissed me in front of everyone and claimed I was his girlfriend. Connor needs a fake relationship to silence the rumors threatening his professional draft prospects. I need his protection to stop the relentless harassment. The rules we established were simple, but we are already breaking them. He is supposed to be faking his possessive behavior, but his hands linger far too long on my waist. I am supposed to be using him for safety, but I am developing real feelings for the man protecting me.

“Learned your lesson?” I nod, biting my bottom lip as he moves his hand further up. “Prove it.” As he squeezes my thigh, I lean back onto his shoulder, instinctively, having him turn his head to the side of mine. “I hate you!” I can feel his smirk against my skin as I sigh. “Tell me anyway.” I click my tongue, turning my head away from him. “I’m yours. And I should know that I’d land here.” *** Nerthus goes by many names. Hiding from an unpleasant past, she keeps her true identity a secret while working as an escort. As she covers an appointment with a mysterious new client for a sick colleague, she thinks it will be a one-night thing as he is known to never book an escort twice. Until he books her again. When her other clients start mysteriously canceling their appointments, she suddenly finds herself in a tricky, but quite alluring situation. She tries everything to resist his irresistible temptations that threaten getting her fingers burnt. But she risks it anyway. Will Nerthus realize her mistake too late? And will she be able to resist her forbidden desire for her mysterious new client? *** TW: explicit and foul language; frequent sex scenes; violence; SA ***

I hate jocks. Which is ironic considering my roommate is Northford University’s hockey captain. When I applied to NORTHFORD, I never thought I’d actually get in. Only five athletic scholarships are awarded each year, and somehow, against all odds, one of them went to me... Aurora Chen, figure skater, scholarship student. On my very first night on campus, I discover three things: One; housing accidentally assigned me a male roommate. Two; said roommate is Jayden. Campus hockey god. Arrogant menace. Human headache. And three? My boyfriend is cheating on me. In front of an entire hockey house. Before I can even process the humiliation, Jayden grabs me and kisses me. Now there’s a viral video circulating across campus, the athletic department is questioning our conduct, and both our scholarships are suddenly on the line. The only solution? Fake date each other until the scandal dies down. Did I mention that I hate jocks?

My daughter, Emma Blackwood, was sick. We were thirty thousand short of the treatment that could save her life. My husband, Nathan Blackwood, looked devastated, his face tight with guilt. "Honey, I'm sorry. This is my fault. I don't have the money to save our daughter." To pay for Emma's treatment, I worked four jobs daily, but during a restaurant shift, I saw Nathan rent the entire place to wine and dine another woman. With a bright smile, she poured him a drink. "Mr. Blackwood, you are generous. You spend tens of millions like it's nothing. You can have any woman you want, so why marry some broke, low-class woman?" Nathan slowly blew out a stream of smoke, his eyes full of contempt. "You wouldn't understand. Marrying a poor woman like that makes it fun. "Watching her humiliate herself over a little money, working herself to the bone. It's entertaining." My body went cold. I could barely breathe. So Nathan had been a wealthy heir all along, pretending to be poor and lying to me from the start. What he didn't know was this: I was the long-lost daughter of the richest family in the country. And with a single word from me, his entire world could be destroyed.

The whole world got sucked into a survival horror game. While everyone else was grinding mobs and trying not to get wiped, the system bugged out and tagged me as an NPC. My role? Takeout girl. I cruised around on my busted scooter, dropping food at boss lairs. If my rating dipped under 9.0, I'd keel over instantly. I figured I was just some unlucky idiot skating on death's edge. Then a pack of dumb players tried to jack my ride. That's when the scariest bosses in the game roared at once: "Who the hell thinks they can touch my crew?!"

"Nah, not gonna happen. I don't want to skip work just because of that girl. She's not that important. I will not make her life easier by impregnating her that soon," I said. "Well, bro, it's your choice. Just don't let yourself be head over the heels for Stacey. That'll create a big issue!" Harry said. "That's cliché, man! Do you think I'll let that happen? I'm so busy torturing her physically and mentally. I won't have any more time to think about loving her. I also barely go home," I confidently said. -----. Stacey's life has always been difficult. She is constantly required to present herself in front of the lads in order to encourage them to offer her money or whatever in return for sex. In addition, there will be a fee for each touch to private parts. It's almost as if you had to pay to touch. Fortunately, she was able to flee this realm thanks to Cygnus, her love one. But because of Yul Matthew Servano, everything became blue, and her life became much more confusing than it was before. It was planned for her to marry him. Will they build affections for each other despite the fact that Yul is a womanizer and Stacey is a transitory relationship for guests?

BEING LOVED BY GREYSON WAS MY GOAL. Since the very beginning of our marriage, I wanted nothing more than to be the woman in his eyes. But instead... I was the woman in his shadow—watching as he went out with others and lived his own life. So when I realized Greyson never loved me, I decided to return the favor! But, of course, he wanted a second round.