Most Dangerous Game Story Novels & Stories

I was supposed to hit Hanna! But he was not the one hit. The tall, dark and dangerous looking, Rustov Melgarejo was the one I hit! Everything happened too fast all at once I didn't see him coming. I heard his voice before but I never thought he would stop me that way! He was gripping on the glass hardly, the blood was flowing down to his arm. I could still see the red liquid dripping on the floor. "That is not the right thing to do!" I looked up. My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes.

If they don’t come after 3 seconds… close your eyes and count to 10. Rule 4: At Mile 50, something will run beside the truck. Never, ever look at it. Rule 5: At 3:00 a.m., the call will come from the phone beside you. Don’t answer. Don’t read any messages. I turned to look beside me indeed there is a phone. Rule 6: Always stare at the road. There are dangerous curve ahead. The beginning of the game is at the end of the road. Miss it, and your second chance dies with you. Good luck.

Alexander said, “you’re playing a dangerous game.” Marcus laughed lightly. “You started the game, Alex. I’m just finishing it.” Alexander reached for the panel and disconnected the intercom violently. The sudden silence felt suffocating. Lena grabbed his arm. “Alex… what does he mean? What game?” Alexander breathed out slowly, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon. “I should have told you sooner,” he said. Her voice softened. “Tell me now.” He sat down heavily on the couch, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly. After a long moment, he looked up.

Real wolves ran into the room, barring their teeth as they raced towards Blue and Fred. It was a miracle I didn't faint as I observed the scene. I slid to the ground and sat there, trying to regulate my breathing. I placed my right palm over my heart, as I watched the bloodiest fight in the history of man. It was the most gruesome scene ever. I expelled everything in my stomach until there was nothing else for me to give out. I couldn't stomach what was happening, but couldn't tear my gaze away from them as I sought my lovers. At first, I couldn't locate them because of how fast they were. I only saw wolves falling to the ground, with either their heads or hearts missing. They seemed to be i

Nikolay killed people; he was a dangerous man, and my brother and I were now under his control. Of course, if my brother were a decent and honorable person, I wouldn't be here doing immoral things and fearing for my life every second, because I had seen enough of Nikolay to say he had a strange feeling that he was bipolar. Sometimes he treated me well, and other times he was a real annoyance or even worse. I remembered the previous day. His slap had scared me more than any other shout or anything else that could have happened. Nikolay was dangerous, and when he got bored with this game, he wouldn't just kill my brother.

I move closer. Because the more dangerous something is, the more valuable it becomes. And if there’s one thing about me that never changes— I don’t walk away from what I want. Even if it destroys me. Especially then.

Melissa stares at Francis blankly before she looks away. The glass doors slide open and Francis and the two officers walk out into the pouring rain. Instantly, Francis' suit and plain trousers get wet. His short black hair stick his face and neck as the officers take him to the police car parked beside the glassy skyscraper. The shorter officer opens the back door and the Italian officer puts Francis in the backseat before closing the door. Francis stares at the building as the car's ignition starts before speeding away.

I can't think about the rest if Edwin hadn't arrived on time. Those who took part in this dangerous game needed to be compensated. And because this is such a personal matter for me, I wanted to make them pay for it myself. I'm familiar with the location she mentioned, and when I went there, three of them were present. They were on high alert as I stepped outside. But I haven't given them the opportunity to flee or fight back. And I used my fighting abilities. When they were almost dead meat, I told them that this was their reward for pursuing my wife.

“Because I pay attention. Junior. Journalism major. He works at The Meeting Point. Try talking to people sometime.” I force a laugh. “It was a hookup. That’s all. One and done. Conditioning. Tyson’s the endgame.” Dylan grins. “So, Tyson’s the championship trophy, and Maxime’s the pregame warm-up?” “Exactly.” Except it’s not. Except I can still feel Maxime’s nails in my skin, hear his moan echoing in my ears. “Tyson’s the win.” But it’s a lie. And I know it. The dorm is too quiet that night, the walls closing in. My body’s exhausted, but my brain won’t shut up.

~DAISY~ After the movie, I kept arguing with Bryan as we drove home. It was to 10pm already but we were raising our voices as if it was morning. I did all I could to avoid Dave after the movie; and fortunately I escaped. "Am so annoyed with Franco. He was suppose to live but go carried away by a girl. How pathetic." I spoke and crossed my hands reminiscing on the film. "Franco was the main character, he was suppose to survive in the jungle game but fell for a stranger and she ended up making him die."