Most Dangerous Games Book Novels & Stories

They were so dangerous, most importantly, they can't even be predicted. I laid on my bed to sleep because of the building headache in which I felt while I closed my eyes softly, the breeze from the windows slowly brushing through my skin. While I relaxed, my heart seemed to be at peace for a moment. Maybe an hour? Or for some minutes? Or maybe some seconds ? Until! I jerked forwards, my hands against my bed while sweat cringed through my eyebrows in a manner that screamed torture. My breath was shaky, and immediately I had realized such a dangerous game I had been playing.

Boom. A deafening blast shook the room through the east wing of the casino and fire erupted. A thick and shocking smoke swallowed everything, “Dad! Caleb! Uncle Sam!” I shouted, my voice swallowed by the chaos around me. people screamed, tripping over each other, trying to escape the collapse of the ceiling or find some clean air to breath. Dust and debris fell like rain from the ceiling. But Blackwood men were already pulling guns, searching for enemis in the mess.

He was mobilizing his billionaire shadow empire to hunt down the person currently sitting upstairs in his own mansion. I reached out and severed the camera connection, making the screen go pitch-black. The game had just escalated beyond my adoptive family revenge. I was now playing a high-stakes game of cat-and-mouse with the most dangerous man in the country. And the most terrifying part? I couldn't wait to beat him again.

For myself. Julian thought he was the only one who knew how to play this game. He’d forgotten one important thing about women like me. When a woman has nothing left to lose, she becomes the most dangerous person in the room. Somewhere across town, in that damp basement, Damian’s forty-eight-hour clock kept ticking. But here in my gilded cage, my own countdown had just started, one that could bring Julian’s entire world crashing down. If I survived long enough to pull the trigger.

She was living the dream, but only at a price; an expensive one— one that could put her in jail and lock her up for good. She knew what was involved in, she knew life is a game and you either play it good or bad. If there's anything Lara has learned in life is that the good way isn't always the best way; and when you're so determined at being successful in life, you've got to be tough!

The child, Leiran, in her arms emitted a gentle, golden radiance, a warmth on the cold wind. "He's not quitting," Dickson growled, his eyes scanning the rim of the chasm below. "He'll come up with another route." "He always does," Theo acknowledged, his own face furrowed with concern. "His obstinacy is the stuff of legend." Sama Arthur finally spoke, her voice a gentle whisper. "He's broken, not dangerous. Not now. Not like this." "Broken men are the most dangerous, Sama," Crayons Arthur said, putting his hand on the hilt of his sword. "They have nothing left to lose."

He turned sharply, marched back, and grabbed my arm, pulling us into the hall where no one else could hear. “How dangerous can it be?” he repeated, arching a brow. “Osborn, when you’re dealing with the underground world, everything is dangerous. These people are manipulative, selfish, and constantly trying to outdo one another. That's why they have so many enemies—and why they need bodyguards. You never know what might happen, even on a so-called protection job.”

I was battling with my mind and soul, trying to draw a conclusion on what to actually do. The right thing was to totally ignore that wolf girl and allow her to die while we watched her pack wallow in curse, which would make them entirely vulnerable for us to unleash an easy win attack on them. That would be heroic, and I would have never-ending praise for making it so easy to wipe out an entire pack even when I wasn't the one that poisoned the drinks.

Then at the papers again. "You’re playing a dangerous game." "Then watch me win it."