Most Dangerous Games Book Novels & Stories

Games that were dangerous as those who participated in them became violent. Vox growling at the thought of our mate playing those games and with Lilyanna of all people. A notion that was completely unacceptable. For not only were they dangerous but Tori was more than likely carrying our pups or at least that was our theory based on what we all smelt when hanging around him in general.

We make a game of it after that. He gives me names. I give him endings. We wager murmured bets—how high the bidding will climb, who will flinch first, who wants to be seen spending and who’s terrified of being exposed as small. Every time I’m right, Damien looks at me like he’s just discovered a new sin he intends to commit repeatedly. “You’re dangerous,” he says after one lot sells exactly where I predicted. “So are you,” I reply. “You just prefer pretending it’s charm.”

he said, his voice raspy, his breath tickling me. "Enlighten me, then. All I know is that I am playing a dangerous game, and a murderer stands before me." He gave a small laugh but didn't move, his hand instead cupping my face. "You are right, Red. It gets even more dangerous now." I met his eyes, and for some reason, he felt even closer, his lashes brushing mine, the moistness of his lips touching the sensitive edge of mine. I closed my eyes and leaned further into me.

I was about playing safe and not playing fly As much as I lived in this city, this city ain't mine , and I wouldn't even play the hero or the one that was ready to face danger head on. My father would always say… Know when to run and when to hide and when to play safe, don't ever think anywhere are safe places that are today counted as unsafe, have once been seen as a safe place!!!!! And that I was sticking by it 100%.percent. Playing safe with Zadok, is like playing safe with the devil You will always fall into temptations that don't Look like temptations until you are very much deep into he put before you realise. You were in a. Dangerous game with very little chances of survival…

" I know that being close to me brings to this and am sorry Larissa truly though I also wished for his death and that I won't lie... You will always be there target if you stay by my side and am so selfish to let you go treasure but I can't bare seeing you like this. I want you so bad to let go but I have to say this" he said calmly as she listened her heart beating so hard as a shiver ran through her body. " You have a choice treasure, am a danger that will eat you up even danger is a bad that wants to be let free from my grasp. Am death it self. The thing here his you can leave Larissa.

“That is not a safe text.” Troy finally looks up from his notes. “You’re blushing so hard you look sunburned.” “He’s ridiculous,” I mumble, staring at the screen. The worst part is that Connor sounds exactly like himself even through text—cocky, confident, impossible to ignore. And my stupid brain keeps replaying last night at the worst possible moments. His hands on my waist. His mouth against my neck. The low laugh he made when I kissed him back harder. Very, very dangerous.

One wrong move is all it would take, just one twitch and he's done. The asshole is clearly oblivious to that fact because he grins more sheepishly. His breath catches, but not in fear, that's when I see the flicker in his eyes, it's excitement. He's actually excited right now. “Didn't know you were into knife play” he murmurs. “Mmmm, kinky, you should’ve said” For a second, one dangerous stretched-thin second, I imagine leaning into it, watching the blood bead up and run. I imagine his blood on my knife, testing just how far he can take it.

Not when I can still taste her on my tongue. She plays games to get out of this. And it’s cute. Almost clever. But what she doesn’t know is, I like games. I like risk. I like the adrenaline rush of having a dangerous journalist in my bed, moaning my name, even while she’s plotting how to burn me down in her next headline. It’s reckless. And that’s exactly why I can’t stop. I shoved the thoughts aside as I stepped into the living area. The boys were already gathered, suited up, silent, waiting.

It was a reminder that the path he had chosen was fraught with danger and darkness, leading down a treacherous road from which there might be no return. Yet, Leonard chose to ignore the nagging doubts, allowing himself to be consumed by the thrill of the game. He reveled in the power he held over the lives of others, blinded by his insatiable hunger for control and dominance. Little did he know that the very game he played could lead to his own downfall. ‌

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.