Dewa Game Novels & Stories

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, high-intensity dark romance themes, and strong language. Reader discretion is strictly advised. Aria The freezing rain continued to spray through the shattered glass of the penthouse window, but the atmosphere inside the room had turned into a suffocating, white-hot vacuum. My wrist was still resting in Malakai’s iron-clad grip, the dark titanium willow-leaf dagger held steady between our faces. His dark eyes were boring down into mine through the slits of my carbon fiber mask, burning with a chaotic mixture of deep realization and possessive fury.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

she replied, and he smiled widely, revealing his perfect teeth. "Do you want to join me in the shower before we say goodbye forever?" Emma squeezed her thighs together, feeling a tingling sensation in that intimate and well-groomed area. "Traitor," she thought. She bit her lip and nodded, determined to finish this casual and unexpected encounter with the German man.

To avoid that, I had to go with D. ''D," I said, nonchalantly. ''Oh c'mon, you can't pick dare," she whined. ''Why? The game is T or D," Eva intervened. ''Yeah, but we've all been picking T, so Deila won't be left out," she said matter of factly "So Dei T?'' I rolled my eyes. "Are you asking or stating?'' I asked sarcastically. Lari giggled. Dawn laughed and the rest of them I didn't hear a sound from.

ALISSA’S POV I had no idea what happened; one minute I was enjoying the party like Russo asked me to, this time alone. I made sure to stay away from those demonic women before I ended up throwing their asses in a pool or something, and the next morning, Russo would be punishing me. I was desperately trying not to think of Russo’s words too. I’ve learned to hold things that come from that man like a pinch of salt. He was playing games he was very good at, and I would stay the fuck out of it.

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

Beaten by the Milton Lions in the championship final last season. "You know Kareem have been staring at you this whole time, right?"Drew said next to me as she passed me the blunt. She—Drew was cool as fuck. She rocked them dreads, too. She was a lesbian. Said she was a stud or something like that. I took a drag , looking around. "Word?" She nodded. I kept searching until my eyes landed on him. He was sitting on the kitchen counter with probably his teammates flanking him. He didn’t look away when I caught him stating at me. Instead, he smirked before taking a sip from his solo cup, his gaze still on me.

As soon as the ball of fire reached him, the water that was supposed to protect him had already consumed him. "Good bye fake uncle," Amaris muttered as he watched him melt and turn into ashes. The lava was flowing uncontrollably so he placed back the boulder to stop it from spreading all over the forest. "Now I need to take my princess back. I guess it's not too late to fulfill my promise to her." Amaris whispered to himself and whistled to the air. It was almost dawn and he needed to get to Nemiah to warn them about Dubheasa's plan to burn the entire land. There's only little time left to think how to save the people in the village. It's either they stop Dubheasa's army or bring the people

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac