Hooked On You: A Dead By Daylight Dating Sim Novels & Stories

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“Gelo Smith, Beta of the Dark Midnight Pack. We’ll revisit this ownership thing later. But about this proposal? I agreed under false pretenses. No dead guy, no marriage.” The way his lips curled up told me he had something devious in mind, and it made my body react in ways I couldn’t ignore. “Oh, baby. I can arrange a dead body if that’s what you want.” I held his gaze. “Really? Is it a guy or a girl? How dead are we talking here? Like, are we talking about someone who's alive now but will be dead once I get there? Or are we talking about really dead, where I have to go to one of those places for the deceased? What’s the deal?”

What if she never looked at him the same again? Elsewhere, in a dark room, Aoi and Ivory were tied to a post—unconscious, their mouths taped shut. Leaning against the wall by the door was Jethro Alias, casually playing an online game on his phone. Just then, the door slammed open. “F*ck!” Jethro cursed as the door smacked his face and his phone clattered to the floor. “Aoi! Ivory!” Hilda shouted, rushing in and immediately heading for her friends.

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

I closed the door, checked the hallway through the narrow gap, and waited until I was certain nobody was nearby. Then I reached beneath my mattress and pulled out my second phone. There was only one person I could trust with what I was about to do. I dialed Sophia. She answered after a few rings. “Elena?” “It's me.” Her voice immediately became more serious. “Is everything all right?” “Not exactly. I need your help.” “What happened?” I sat on the edge of the bed and lowered my voice. “Tomorrow is Adrian's birthday. Vivian is planning a party, and the house will be full of people.”

the red head moaned and she aggressively pulled down my pants. She moved her obnoxious red hair aside, and my eyes noticed a tattoo behind her neck. I strocked my hand down her hair, and grabbed a fist full, pulling her head forward. I immediately saw the branding, and raise my gun up to the blondes head. Before she could do anything, I shot her between the eyes, and turned my attention to the red head. She reached into her bra, and pulled out a syringe, and tried to stab it into my thigh.

All I saw was my Alpha mate stepping on the gas right after slamming the door shut, eagerly rushing off to attend his ex-girlfriend's welcome-back party. He never looked back once at me as I stood in the dark forest—pregnant, desperate, and helpless. It was only at that moment that I finally gave up completely. It turned out Enzo truly didn't care about my safety, and he truly didn't love me. How laughable it was that I even hoped he might just be joking. I was so foolish to only come to my senses now. I wandered aimlessly through the hunting grounds, holding my belly. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet gave way, and I fell straight into a shiny silver trap. Before the agony and death str

I just stood there, frozen, staring at the number on the screen. Two hundred and fourteen people. Dead. I felt something claw at the inside of my throat, but I swallowed it down. My hands were shaking, my nails biting into my palms. The Game Master’s grin faltered for the first time. It looked… disappointed. “Oh, come on now,” it said, voice softening to a mocking pout. “Where’s your enthusiasm? You’re still here! You’re the lucky ones!” Lucky… Lucky to be breathing in this godforsaken place, lucky to dance for our lives, lucky to watch people explode or crumble while something with glowing eyes clapped like it was watching a talent show?

They were 'buried together' for eternity. As for the real Stellan and Daphne, that was another matter entirely. … The dungeon beneath the Montclair estate was damp and bitterly cold. Stellan was chained to the wall with his limbs spread wide, unable to move an inch. The death-feigning potion had worn off, but his body was far from recovered. His skin was so pale it was nearly translucent. Daphne was locked in the cell next door, curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably.