Heartthrob Games Novels & Stories

he muttered. Keisha looked at him. “That’s what this is?” Malik nodded once. “Yes.” A pause. “And it escalates if we stay predictable.” The system voice returned. “Correction threshold increased.” Keisha’s jaw tightened. “So what happens at threshold?” Malik hesitated. That hesitation told her everything before he said it. Then: “Direct containment.” Silence. The room pulsed again—but this time it wasn’t random pressure. It was directional. Keisha felt it strike the edge of her balance first, like the system was learning exactly how much force was needed to move her without injuring her.

“He gave his consent to this marriage. As the next king in line, he is supposed to be at his father's side no matter what.” “Oh I see...” It was matters of the throne. The game of thrones were bloody scenes in the royal family. Every one fights for the crown including the women. But only one person gets to wear it. Parents kill their children and siblings kill each other to get there. What a waste of blood. "Thank you, Alissa." I sank back to my seat as she went back to her space. Few minutes later, the Empress came back and Prince Alaric was with her. He looked sad and avoided me the whole time. This was unbearable for me. I went to meet him, where he stood alone.

"Stop calling me with that nickname, I'm not your girlfriend anymore." "That's right, because if you were then you would have been under me by now moaning my name out while s*ck up that sweet nectar of yours leaving you breathless. Tell me, does he make you c*m like I did, know all your sweet spots? Does he know that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if I just put a kiss right here?" He whispered the last part out as he tapped the skin below my ear. Oh God, how good it felt.