Forcefully Yours Game Novels & Stories

I gasped, blindly raising my body and leaning on my arm, confused and disappointed. I whined, feeling a void and wanting Theo to touch me again, but he didn't. “Remember what I told you. If you want something, you have to say it. I can't read your mind.” He said, and my heart sank. “Come on.” He persuaded. “Please, Theo, please.” “You still haven't told me what you want me to do.” “Please, please make me cum!!” I pleaded loudly, clearly frustrated with Theo and his games.

"There's three hundred thousand on this card. No PIN needed. Two hundred thousand to pay you back, and another hundred thousand for interest. For the last decade." I paused, then added, "Thank you. When I found out, I was really touched." Finally reacting, Jessica hurriedly waved her hands in protest. "No, you don't have to. Just think of it as…" I cut her off, "Debts need to be repaid. As for my gratitude? If you ever need me, I'll do whatever it takes to help." I pushed the card into her hand before she could object again. Jessica pursed her lips as she held the card helplessly, then said hoarsely, "Seb, we…"

“This death livestream has a total of four games. The third game is very simple. Please show your numbers. That is the order of the third game.” Adolf raised his hand and said, “Three!” “Two.” “The rules of this game are that no one is allowed to interfere with the game, or they will be eliminated.” “Now the game begins. You will start from Yme. If you have to deal damage, you will choose from the following—A, cut off one of your arms, or B, sew Adolf’s mouth. Please choose!” “I choose B!” There was no hesitation. Yme knew that if it was Adolf, he would also sew up his own mouth without any hesitation.

A temptress who hadn't come out to play in a long time. An innocent flirting game would make him overcome her defences.Too bad it had to stop at a little play on words. Even if Anna were actually innocent of a crime, she would be very angry when she met him again as her new witness. If he calmed down, he would understand. She had to. He had acted out of necessity, faced with what could be a life-or-death decision… his own. Jerome pushed himself off the bar stool and walked toward his goal. He had learned long ago never to look back. Tonight I would play the game, to hell with the consequences.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

I now had a handful of dieing stuffed animals in my hands. "A sick game your boyfriend couldn't win." The game man scowls as we turn to leave. He didn't just said that. I furiously turn to face the game man who has a scowl that I would love to slap off his face. "Xavier hand him fifty bucks." I didn't take my eyes off the game man as I speak. "Pari its not worth it let's just go." Xavier says, but I ignore my gaze still on the game man. Am so winning this game.

He saw me placed between kings, a queen born from nothing but their rivalry. Dino reached into his jacket, he handed me my phone, one I had forgotten I had, and then he pulled out a black card, slapped it against my palm. “Funding. Pin’s 1794. Don’t fuckin’ waste it.” Alessandro smirked, sliding his own card free, holding it out with practiced elegance. “Take mine as well. Use what you must. Build what you need.” I stared at the cards. At first, confusion tangled me. Was this another game, another leash? But then it shifted. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe I could use their games against them.

“Why do I always need to be part of your psychotic games? Even when you killed Jerek, you forced me to bury his body. I am your friend, a damn student in the Wolves Academy, yet you turned me into a murderer.” “Are you refusing?” “No, of course not.” He walks over to them. As he unties Ridcliff and Larisa and forces them into a glass box, I take out a cigarette from the pocket of my pants and blow a soft puff in the dim silence. He throws two daggers inside. “Choose one.” I command. Passing each other a glance, slightly reluctant, they choose the dagger. Both of them are anxious about their choice. “Start the game. Stab each other.”

“This is the decider!” Kai nodded, resting his hand gently on the back of the couch to get closer. Every movement, every tiny touch, every laugh during the game brought them closer: the game was no longer just competition but a subtle yet unmistakable approach, neither intrusive nor forced, but the new energy in the air was undeniable.

Yeah, that's what should do. I turn to him and smile, "I'm here to congratulate my boyfriend" waving the flowers in my hand. " who?" He asked. I smiled and gave him an answer, im sorry Ashley but I need to do this. " Musk" THIRD-PERSON POV It's already been half an hour since the game started. Both teams are doing their best to win the match especially the CBX gaming who was struggling to fight the synergy that BLKQ has. Because of the strategies that Ashley planned, the said group takes the lead from start and maintains it up until the present. The CBX tries to think of a solution on how can they turn the tables. The only thing that they think of was the elder dragon.