Most Dangerous Game Novels & Stories

Each time she tried to think it through, she ended up with more questions than answers, but one thing was painfully clear: they were all caught in a game—a dangerous, deadly game—and the rules had changed. Alejandro’s hand was firm on hers, guiding her through alleyways and side streets as they moved with purpose. Every step felt like a race against time. His silence was deafening, the weight of his thoughts heavy in the air. She could feel the tension radiating off him as he led her to a safe house—one of many hidden locations he had prepared for situations like this. But even in the supposed safety of these walls, they were not immune. Not when they were hunted by people who knew the city

If you disturb me, all you'll see is his corpse. Bip…and the phone was abruptly hung up. However, Mia’s heart was in her throat! Was Adam really gay? Then why did he want to sleep with her before? Now she has heard Adam’s secret. To keep it a secret, would she be killed by him? As soon as Mia looked up, she noticed that Adam was clearly furious. She tossed away her phone to the couch because she was so terrified. With haste, she moved her hands to the edge of the bed. She was certain that he would choke her if she moved a bit more slowly.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

He was mobilizing his billionaire shadow empire to hunt down the person currently sitting upstairs in his own mansion. I reached out and severed the camera connection, making the screen go pitch-black. The game had just escalated beyond my adoptive family revenge. I was now playing a high-stakes game of cat-and-mouse with the most dangerous man in the country. And the most terrifying part? I couldn't wait to beat him again.

He was clenching his jaw, his knuckles white as he gripped his glass. He was losing control. And that made him dangerous. "Do you think he will do something?" I whispered, my eyes never leaving Lucas's. "I don't know," Damian said, following my gaze. "But we need to be careful. Cornered animals are the most dangerous." "He's not just cornered," I said. "He's rabid." "Then we put him down," Damian said, his tone cold and final. He spun me around, and I was facing him again. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against my ear.

Perhaps it had witnessed many bad weather, just like hurricane, flood and storm. The placard said it was a dangerous zone: it was thorny ahead. However, it didn't need to remind me, because I already saw the thorny bamboos ahead. There was nothing I could do about them, so I should start searching for the second person. Cain told me that every person who I needed to kill was already destined to fight with me, but I didn't believe him. I didn't want to waste my time in standing there, so I took the narrow path between that thorny bamboos. It was absolutely dangerous, because my one wrong move could directly end my life, because those pointed thorns were ready to prick me anywhere.

Because sometimes the most dangerous game isn't about power or revenge. It's about protecting those who deserve a second chance at love. Even if it means defying the most dangerous man in Manhattan. Even if forever comes with a second chance.

I ask and he nods. "Positive." "And the gang? They'll know it's me when they see me. They don't need any proof." "They don't, but you can always get bodyguards when you think you might be in danger. God knows they won't risk their lives to kill you in front of witnesses. It's never that bad to risk one's own life." I gotta admit that he's right. They may want to revenge Greyson, but noone actually cared about him as much to kill me in front of a witness. He was an annoying motherfucker.

Jimmy agreed, "but that doesn't solve our problem. We need to find out who and how. And most importantly, where Branson is now. That man is a dangerous psychopath." His words chilled Anya to the bone. She certainly didn't need reminding of Virgil's cold and twisted mind hidden beneath that charming veneer. Or the things he'd planned for her after he "broke her in". Anya tightened her fingers around Gus' and he gave her an answering squeeze. She wondered if she'd ever be safe from the man. Ever be able to relax and enjoy her new life with Gus. "You should let us put her in a safe house away from here," Jimmy went on, looking directly at Gus. "She'll be out of danger and you can help us nail d

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.