Most Dangerous Games Book Novels & Stories

"Besides, this way is more useful. He seduces you. He falls for you and then when the truth comes out, he's too devastated to function. Too destroyed to be credible. Problem solved." “Okay, whatever it is you want it'll be done.” “Good.” And he hung up. Diego Vaughn was going to get hurt badly and I was going to be the one who did it because that was the plan. My phone was still in my hand. I opened a new message and started typing before I could stop myself but instead of texting Diego, I did something else. Arranged deliveries. First: The art book. Limited edition. Diego had mentioned it once in an interview I'd read. He said it was his dream to own it.

I forced a calm expression as I called out, “Come in.” A young assistant entered, carrying a stack of mail and some new reports for me to review. I offered a polite smile, keeping my voice steady. “Just leave them on the desk.” As soon as she left, I locked the door again, pressing my back against it for a moment. The feeling of unease hadn’t gone away. It was getting stronger, like an instinct clawing at the edges of my mind, warning me that I was playing a dangerous game. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this world, it’s that the most dangerous games are always the ones worth winning.

But as the night wore on and the stakes grew higher, she couldn't help feeling that she was caught up in something far beyond her control. And as she watched Alexander's cold, calculating gaze, she knew that she was in for a dangerous ride. As the game progressed, Lila found herself increasingly drawn to Alexander, despite her better judgment. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement every time their eyes met, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something dark and dangerous about him that she was inexplicably drawn to. As the night wore on, the stakes grew higher, and the players became more ruthless. Lila found herself caught up in a dangerous game, one where every mo

Camila Collins' Point Of View The place was big, dimly lit, and totally away from the city. It was a perfect choice to execute my plan. Nothing could go wrong in that moment, nor in future events. Everything was thoroughly thought out, worked, and executed, so that nothing could hinder that move. After all, that wasn't a mere game of luck, but of strategy. Only the best and strongest players survived in the unequal jungle of that board game called real life. And I'd show that my entry in that game had only one goal: to win.

In that moment, her body froze at the sudden closeness of their faces. The cold breeze made Jasmine shiver, but slowly, a warmth began to tingle on her skin, becoming perfect as Mr. Hawthorne kissed her lips, slowly and softly. Jasmine couldn’t pull away, even though doubt lingered in her heart. She realized that even before hearing Mr. Harper’s words, she already knew that Mr. Hawthorne was a dangerous man. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the accidents that befell her tormentors, and she had to accept the fact that she was still in love with Mr. Hawthorne, who harbored a dark side.

“It’s... intoxicating.” I swallow hard, trying to quiet the terror that licks at my insides. This is a game to him, but one with stakes that are all too high. I dart behind the towering bookshelf, my breath coming in short, silent gasps. The logical part of my mind is calculating the seconds, the distance, but the primal part is submerged in the thrill, the danger, and a dark delight. “Anya,” Bastien’s voice rumbles through the room, a velvet caress that’s threaded with iron. “This game you’re playing, do you know how it ends?”

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

The more I thought he would get farther and farther away and I would never see him again the more I struggled. Now, I understand why love is dangerous. When you love truly, you let go of all your inhibitions. You forget how to be rational. Too much emotion will eat away at you. You give all you've got without thinking how that person could possibly hurt you. And even if you’re already hurting, you’ll still insist. I cried more as the wind blew my way.

“However, he used to have some vision issues, so he can now hardly see anything, and he perceives people as being hazy.” “But why is Adam playing chess with him?" Mia asked, turning to face her in surprise. "Ha-ha-ha..." Dorothy laughed uncontrollably when she heard that, saying, "Young Master Bowen is a sweet man. He is aware that Old Master Bowen enjoys playing chess, but occasionally he is unable to tell the difference between black and white pieces. The only person who is patient enough to play chess with him is Young Master Bowen.” Mia gave a little nod. Adam didn't seem to be all that horrible. He was, at the very least, quite close to his grandfather. She was psychologically worn out

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.