Harry Potter Match Game Novels & Stories

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

Charles said with an eye roll. “Whatever,” Chris muttered, waving the comment off. “Anyway, I promised I’d reimburse the money you made her waste if she wins this game.” He started pacing again. “It’s boring as hell around here, so we’re playing the game.” Charles stared at him, a spark of understanding dawning on his face. He knew exactly which game Chris meant. It was the trick they had invented as kids, a game they called The Mirror Gamr. It was a game they had perfected since childhood, where they intentionally switched places, voices, and personalities to completely confuse people so they couldn’t tell them apart.

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.

Daisy missed her spell, and Lucy is darting in the sky to get beneath me. I land on his back with a thud. "Nice catch!" Lucy growls. 'We shouldn't celebrate yet—the actual fight starts now. Are you ready to play with some fire, my love?' I follow his gaze to the other shadows nearing us. It must be the other demons, and knowing Asmodeus, the bastard who murdered Hayley, might be one of them, gives me an additional reason to fight. My eyes narrow, and I clench my jaw. The game is on, and I'm playing to win.

"Or did you start falling in love at first sight with her?" Kenzo laughed sarcastically while moving other chess pieces to fight Matteo. "Your jokes are hilarious, Matteo. I'm not going to fall for that bitch." "And I just thought, if I killed her right away, it would be unattractive." said Kenzo, again. "What do you mean, Kenzo?" Kenzo smirked, then he put out his cigarette by pressing it in an ashtray. "I just wanna play with that bitch." Matteo looked at Kenzo, intensely. His friend looks like he is keeping a million mysteries. "What are you going to do, Kenzo?"

Let the game begin. --

I combed my hair with my fingers, so I at least looked somewhat presentable, before I ran downstairs again. My uncle and mate were in the living room, both holding a glass in their hands. Celebrating something? The second I entered, my mate came up to me. DAMN! He was tall! And I was tall, so that’s saying something. Dean was only 3 or 4 inches taller than me and my uncle wasn’t any different. For the first time in my life, I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. His very intense gaze, I might add, and I wondered why. “Lesley,” Uncle Harry started very formally, forcing me to look away from my mate to his ugly grin. “This is Alpha Cedrick.”

"I win." I try to escape his grasp but his embrace only tightens. "You…you cheater. Let me go." I writhe. He chuckles, and the sound makes deep vibrations on his chest, tickling me. "How does it feel now? Your little game didn't go as planned sweetheart?" I squirm and can't help but laugh. "Ugh, Liam." I groan and finally surrender. "Say it, say you give up." "Never." This is it, our stubbornness at a crossroads.

“What? Is there more?” Vincenzo stepped closer, crowding my space, heat rolling off him. “We’ve got one last thing, princess. A game.” My brows lifted. Curiosity—and something hotter—sparked. “Okay… what kind of game?” Valentino’s fingers brushed my hip through the shift—light, electric. “It’s called Catch the Rabbit.” Lorenzo leaned in, breath hot against my ear.