Most Dangerous Games Book Novels & Stories

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.

“Then it’s settled.” Sofia leaned back, her mind already racing ahead. This was, without question, the biggest and most dangerous game she had ever been invited to play.

“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

They had received their answer. And now, stripped of ambiguity and pretense, the game entered its most dangerous phase. Not quiet pressure. Not containment. Not definition. Action. And this time, it wouldn’t be subtle. Because nothing unsettled entrenched power more than certainty. And we had just made ours impossible to misunderstand.

I was in. And the game had just become infinitely more dangerous

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.

A hint. I'm craving normalcy, yes, but my heart is still tuned to danger. I just signed up for a quiet coffee, yet I'm hoping the date ends with a firefight.