Jack Frost Game Novels & Stories

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

They were asked to kiss for five minute, which they did without delay. Everything was just naughty...I don't feel like being part of this game anymore. I stood up to leave, but suddenly the door open and i gasped as i sighted Dave and his two friends walking into the room. They were looking so cute but Dave was always different. He even dyed his hair? I stood like a zombie as I drool over him. I forgot the main reason why i stood up in the first place. "What's happening here?" Dave asked. "We are just playing a game, the three of you can join if you wish, it will be more fun." Tala said sweetly

JACKSON'S POV Frost got all bundled up in my extra jacket even though he didn’t necessarily need it—and then, we head out into the cold morning. The coffee shop was warm and smelt like cinnamon and espresso, a welcome contrast to the biting cold outside. Frost gravitated immediately to the window seat, pressing his palm against the glass and watching the condensation form around his fingers. “You do that a lot,” I smiled as I set down our drinks—black coffee for me and a hot chocolate for him because he had never tried it before.

We had left her tucked away in the Frost Bank Arena medical lounge under the strict protection of the team's security staff and my mother, who had promised to hit anyone over the head with a stool if they so much as looked toward the door. I looked across the console at Jax. His large hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that the skin over his tattooed knuckles was stark white. His jaw was locked, his eyes tracking the dark road ahead with a lethal, terrifying focus. He was completely in "Glacier" mode now—the version of him that didn't feel pain, didn't hesitate, and didn't show mercy. "Jax," I said softly, reaching across the space between us to rest my hand on his thick thigh

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

In between the forced smile, the tension and the stiff air between the two men. I reached into my apron pocket, took out my phone and quickly ran a search on the browser. Surely there had to be something about Carlos Fowler on the Internet. And rightly there was. Carlos Fowler, the vice chairman of JF group, the closest rival group to Adams group and a very controversial man. “Chairman Jay, how about you step down from the Gannam redevelopment project?” “What?” Mr Jay’s eyes narrowed, “and what makes you think I will do that?”

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

Not Frost's people. His people.