Most Dangerous Game Story Novels & Stories

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.

It's been 10 years off the game and now that he was returning, he sure was returning in the most horrific way ever. George's eyes filled with tears as the rats fed from him, his body twitching and his heart aching as they ate off him like a decade product. “The gun,” Dante instructed and Mack stepped forward with one of the guns. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Danger alert.” his notification popped up and he clicked on it immediately. “Fuck!” it was one of his feared reality. Elena was in danger, he could see it. With anger ripping through him, he pulled the trigger and fired a shot through George’s head, fitting the gun at the back of his pocket and walking out while

Four of our men were already dead but there was still a chance for the rest of us to get out of this hellhole of a game. And we did. After the second puzzle, we got to the third and most dangerous one, pelting with burning sulfur. We had no idea where it was coming from but it kept raining down on us and somehow, we were able to dodge it, not until one of the men got pelted with it. I didn't think I was going to forget his screams of help. I was going to be scared by it. We couldn't stop to watch or rescue him but we could smell the burning of fresh skin and the cry of intense pain while running for our lives.

I was supposed to be playing him, seducing him, capturing his heart—not the other way around. A rush of panic and something far more dangerous—desire—coiled in my stomach. I needed to regain control, to remind myself why I was here. This wasn’t real. This was a game. A mission. I was supposed to make him fall, not let myself slip. But damn it, the way his mouth moved against mine, the way he tasted—like expensive whiskey and danger—had my knees turning weak. Heck, I don't wanna stop.

The dangerous game had been set in motion, and I could hardly wait to see ho w it all unfolded. This was going to be good indeed.

My mind was screaming danger, but my body was singing a different tune. For this moment, nothing else mattered, only the heat of Dante’s mouth, the scent of his sweat, and the terrifying realization that I was playing with a fire that was eventually going to burn me to ashes. But maybe I was willing to get burnt playing this dangerous game.

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?"

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

Stev hissed softly. Bella exhaled harshly. "I will not run away, Stev! I swear." Bella raised both hands. And Stev snorted, staring at Bella with a meaningful look. . . . #Hi all ... !!! Thank you very much for reading "Dangerous Man" I hope you like it and continue to follow this story until the end. don't forget to comment on this story. I love you all ♥ ️

The scent of Terre D'Hermes emanating from his body added to the conviction that this man was really the one who kissed me in front of the elevator earlier. The realization woke me up. Suddenly, the atmosphere around us was noisy as a woman received the misdirected bullet. The man quickly stood, searching for the shooter, slipping on the sunglasses he’d dropped. Things got noisier as the two of them clashed guns. Wait, this charming man was also playing with a gun? People screeched as the sound of explosions came from their weapons. Some ran for their lives and others hid wherever they felt strong enough. “Get down!” he yelled at me. The Baldy was still attacking us. The handsome man picked