Heartthrob Games Novels & Stories

Blake The clubhouse was loud that night, the kind of loud that seeped into your bones. Laughter, music, bottles clinking, boots stomping to songs that never made it to the radio. For most people in here, it was comfort—a second home built on chaos. For Lucy, though, it was a battlefield. I could see it in every twitch of her shoulders, every dart of her eyes.

Alex lamented to me as we walked into my office. Alexander Harrington, Alex for short, was my best friend, and we've been friends since childhood. A few months ago, I was just announced as the CEO of my family's multi-million-dollar empire, the House of Brooks, making me the youngest CEO in New York City, and immediately I made Alex my right-hand man. The House of Brooks controlled different subsidiaries which include; the Brook Jewelry, the Brooks Club, the Brooks Fashion House, and the Brooks Modeling Agency. They were all top-notch and high-quality. Amongst all these subsidiaries, Brooks Chemical was the primary source of my family income.

His boot crashed into my chest. I hit the ground hard. Pain exploded through my ribs. My sword skidded from my hand. It stopped several paces away. His blade pointed at my throat. The ridge fell silent. Every soldier watched. One step. That was all he needed. He took it. I reached toward my fallen sword. Too far. His shadow covered me. He lifted the black blade for the killing strike. Then a single arrow hissed through the night. It streaked between us. Not aimed at me.

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

Astonished, I shout. A scenic of my Lilith on top of Griffin, struggling to take his head off, and the human girl watching the scene horrifically. Her heartbeat are hammering so hard that I can hear them from here. The game proves exhilarating. Like I had read in Lucas's mine, the hotheaded human girl has a knack for getting supernatural beings angry, and she did it yet again. Any other day, I would be grinning hard at a terrified human but instead, my spine turns cold when my Lilith runs after her. The event of watching her fretful image offends and scares my monster.

In truth, it was because I knew she liked motorcycles. "You said you wanted something exciting, right? To me, this is as exciting as it gets." The bike wasn’t anything special, but the thrill was, especially for someone like her, who had always been in control. Now she was sitting behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. I sped down the road, twisting the throttle, barely touching the brakes. "Slow down! Slow down!" she shouted, but I ignored her. The "suspension bridge effect" occurs when individuals in a state of high anxiety experience an adrenaline rush that the brain misinterprets as romantic attraction rather than fear. That was exactly what I wanted.

There were gasps from the crowd as they hurriedly tapped on their phones to look up the video. "Here it is!" One guy shouted and a form of people circled around his phone. | pushed past a few and stood next to the guy. On his phone, there was a shaky video playing. And what | saw made me cringe. It was me. Beating up the guy at the gym. And then it switched... To me arguing with Ryder. Sawyer's POV | can't believe she had the nerve to talk like that to me. Who does she think she is? Shoving me in the chest and telling me what to do.

She bit his bottom lip when Landon push deeper inside her making her scream in pleasure. " Hahn. Landon. " " God. Crystal. I miss this. You are still tight as f*CK! " He groans and started to move inside her. Crystal moan while Landon is thrusting inside her. She put her arms on his back and scratch it, leaving a mark on his back. Landon moves harder and faster inside her. His thrust becomes rougher and ruthless, making her scream in pleasure. " God! This feels good! I miss this... I hate you. "

Each step down the dimly lit hallway made her heart beat faster. A deep voice called "Come in" before she could even knock. Isabella's hand trembled slightly as she turned the doorknob. The door clicked shut behind her - locked. Her eyes darted around the room before landing on Alexander, who sat in an armchair, shirtless, his perfectly sculpted abs on display. Panic seized her chest. Every tabloid story she'd ever read about Alexander Elysian's conquests flashed through her mind. "No, no, no," She backed away, her shoulders hitting the wall. "What kind of game are you playing?"