Hot Games Novels & Stories

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

he asked. "Yes." "And the video?" "Yes." "You didn't respond." "I didn't know what to say." He stepped closer. "The truth would be a good start." "The truth about what?" "About why you're doing this. About what you want." "I don't—" "Don't lie to me, Diego. Not here. Not now." "This whole thing is a game to you. That's all I am." "Is that what you think?" He was in my space now backing me against the wall. "Then let's play."

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains explicit, highly detailed sexual content, high-intensity dark romance themes, and strong language. Reader discretion is strictly advised. Malakai The heavy roar of the rainfall shower transformed the black marble enclosure into a private, steam-choked furnace. The hot water slammed against my back, but I couldn’t feel it. The only heat that mattered was the scalding, bare skin of the woman pinned between my body and the wet stone. Aria. My Ari.

The content was written in red ink: “Hello dear gamers. Congratulations. This is a special invite to join the real action gaming program we’ve been building for years. It has officially launched, and we’d like to invite you as one of our players. Details below; 1. Participants are required to be couples. 2. They are to stay in one house for the entire show, which lasts three months. 3. This is a sensual game. Meaning everything about it will be explicit— “Hell no,” I blurted out. “I’m not in.”

I say to no one in particular. I wait a couple of minutes for someone to reply, but there's just silence. "Um.. so I heard that club Bourbon Heat is having this like huge party, are you guys going??" I try again, thinking they must not have heard my first question. "Look, Klara I'm not Interested in you." Igor says suddenly, staring me right in the eye. "Wh- What?? Um, look I didn't mean anything like that..I know we're just friends and I'm fine with us just being friends." I say trying to convince him and myself.

Book 1: Their Kinky games *Amber* "Well darling, tell me, is there anyone special in your life right now ?". Matt looked up at her as she was pacing his living-room. Amber had never really been good at sitting still for long, she always needed to move... to do things. She snorted at him with disdain, rolling her green eyes. "Really Matt ? You know there isn't, has there ever been anyone special in my life ?" "Maybe it's time then, to settle down, to become conventional and all that. But okay let me rephrase it then, are you fucking anyone regularly at the moment then ?" He said grinning.

The only reason I miss it is because I liked flirting and feeling wanted. My eyes catch Matteo's stare, and I wonder if he knows Pia likes him. He must know, he's smart and self-centered. I smile to myself. Isabella proceeds to explain the rules of the game, and we play it for a while until people get bored and stop paying attention. I tell Isabella to buy the expansion pack for the game because the other levels look interesting and it only costs $5. "Isabella, who do you think gets more hammered at parties? Vinnie or Matteo?"

It’s not such a bad idea to play games with his neighbor-enemy- a sexy bitch at that- With a decisive gaze, he met her eyes. “I take the dare.” He uttered and Gia had a mischievous smirk as she rubbed her palms slowly, “Jump off this rooftop tonight or have sex with me before the first crack of light tomorrow.” She dared. Stun flashed in Alan’s expression as their eyes locked on each other’s.

She stood there with her eyes slightly lowered, looking lost in thought and not moving. The old me would probably have been on edge, my fingers trembling in an unbearable mix of hope and heartbreak. I would have been suffocating from the bitter feeling of knowing the girl I cared about with all my heart was still hung up on another guy. But now, the feeling wasn't as strong. I didn't want to watch them, so I followed Samuel and his friends to the card table. A few rounds in, I had lost a decent amount of cash. Irritated, I excused myself and stepped out into the hallway for a smoke.

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.