Forcefully Yours Game Novels & Stories

I sat off to the side, listening to my father's threats, trying to pressure Zach into marrying me. As the person directly involved, I wasn't allowed to speak. Zach remained resolute. "I will not marry Leah." Despite knowing this was all part of the game, hearing those words still struck a chord, a sudden, unexpected pang in my chest. The man before me, cold and proud, stood with a dignity that remained unshaken, even in front of my father. If things had been different, maybe we truly wouldn't marry. At my father's signal, eight bodyguards, all trained fighters, swiftly surrounded Zach.

Benjamin was seated behind the wheel, cursing and growing increasingly irritated at his failure to perform the simple task of sliding the key into the ignition. Frustrated, Benjamin slammed his hands down on the dashboard. And that was when he saw me staring at him. The glare he gave me was enough to freeze my blood. This wasn’t over. Far from it, it was just the beginning. Benjamin had started this twisted game. Brayden intended to finish it. And as I tried to convince myself otherwise, I couldn’t help but feel like I was just some pawn to them. The battle line had been drawn, all I could do was hope that I wouldn’t become a casualty.

Ultimate Task: Unite the Kingdom Task: Make the [Masked Guy] your ally Completed! Reward: Experience +100, Defense +1 Congratulations you have gained an ability! Ability: Berserker Stats upgraded by 1℅ Congratulations You have reached Level 2! Stanley stared silently on the screen and just removed the pop-up. He then attend the bruises on his hand as had rubbed them to eased the pain. His hand dripped blood on the floor as he felt it was already numb. “F*ck it. I’ll die in blood loss this time. What a cursed luck.” He urgently ripped the hem of his shirt and tied his hands with the cloth.

The next attraction he was eyeing was the High Striker, a game of strength using a hammer to strike a lever until the bell rings. There were lots of students gathered around it and a group of females were cheering for a man who was showing off his muscles before he struck the lever. Sean walked over there like a king who wanted his slaves to clear the path. He gave the man a challenging stare and when the player agreed to let him hold the mallet, Sean just smirked.

His gaze was fixed at her plump lips when he whispered, "It is Just a Game!" His lips blanketed her already bruised one's in a harsh kiss, drawing out blood from her lips.

Calling me. The game is on.

“And you expect me to believe that a woman agrees to be hit? That she wants bruises?” “Some women do.” His voice was patient, educational. “It’s called impact play. The physical sensation releases endorphins. For many submissives, it’s profoundly pleasurable. But more importantly—I don’t expect you to believe anything. I expect you to ask Vivian whether she’s happy.” Natasha’s eyes cut to Vivian. “Are you?”

“But now that you know what I really am, amore mio, the game has changed.” She backed up a nervous step. Montez stifled a scoff, though the look in his eyes said it all. Just what had she been expecting? “Do you know how many people I’ve let into this very chamber?” he asked. “Three. Enzo, and two of my most trusted kill-men. And now… you.” He took a step closer, closing the space between them. Her chest was heaving in fear. “Sadly, you can’t unsee what you saw. You can’t unknow what you now know.” A small smirk slipped across his lips. “And you certainly can’t walk away. A signed contract is the only way I can be certain of that.”

"Natalie, why don't I give the necklace back to you? I shouldn't have accepted it in the first place." The moment her hand touched the necklace, Hunter spoke. "Keep it." Then, he turned to me and stressed, "Whoever drew it got it." I chuckled softly. The private room fell silent for a moment, and Hunter's gaze grew colder. Gabriel frowned and said, "Natalie, it was just a game. Did you really have to make an issue out of it?" Then, he stepped in front of Tiffany. His voice remained gentle, but to me, it felt like a knife pressing against my throat.

IF A STRONGER MAN HOLDS YOU DOWN YOUR FOOD WILL BELONG TO HIM. The system’s cold words sent a chill down my spine. They reminded me of how Marcus used to overpower me during our arguments. He would trap me in his arms until I stopped fighting. "I know, " I said. I dropped the tin back onto the pile as a sudden anger flared in my chest. "I need weapons. LUS, how system points do I have right now?" [CURRENT BALANCE: 100 SYSTEM POINTS. WOULD YOU LIKE TO OPEN THE SYSTEM SHOP?]