Obog Games Novels & Stories

-ZOYA- "Bogus! That girl is a liar and a spy. You must be one of our enemies that she's conspiring with." Castellan steps forward, jabbing his index finger at the stranger. His golden eyes droop with boredom. No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now.

"What are you going to do, Kenzo?" "I want to destroy her life, slowly. It's much more exciting than me killing her right away." Kenzo then noticed Matteo's hand which was moving his chess piece from where it was originally. Matteo looks really good at this strategy game. And when it was Kenzo's turn, he gave Matteo a sly grin. "I'm gonna sell that bitch at my Club, and I'm gonna make her a striptease dancer there." "She will definitely not survive with all of that. And after that, she will end her own life voluntarily," said Kenzo again.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

My left feet quickly make contact with the back of his knee, he fell forward, expected. The whole AD agent was gathered around us, watching. And that made me wonder, isn't it their job is to protect us at all cost? Britt and Johan quickly tied Hade's arms before he gets a chance to get up. "H-how?" He asked. "Your code," I start. "it was supposed to be 'rat'," Johan snickers. "The number of letters in name of the animal you chooses has to be the same number of letters in your last name," Finish Minnie, smirking.

“How’s everything going today? Did you save any lives?” “If it turns you on, then yes. Though everything I’ve done today was prescheduled, so no one was in danger. And Bobby…he’s back to his old self. Bugging nurses and begging for pain pills. What about you? Did you finish the Batmobile yet?” “You can’t rush art. But I did find a flaw in the system for another part of the project that has to pair with what I’m working on, and I’ll just say the people we’re making this for were really impressed. It was their guys who messed up.”

Massacres as they tore their victim's limb from limb for fun. They didn't want to live by the rules and if we forced them, then we would be seen as a threat too. We'd made these mountains our home for years now. I wasn't going to back down just because a bunch of bloodthirsty rogues didn't want to live civilly. "This is like the fifth one in just a month," Scott said. "They're becoming bolder than they were." "They want to challenge us. There's a reason they're doing this so close to the cabins. They want to challenge our power," I told him as I grabbed one of the shovels.

I'd read it twice more during the night, when sleep refused to come. Section 8: Scheduled Sessions kept playing in my mind. Sessions may include but are not limited to: bondage, sensory deprivation, impact play, orgasm control, verbal degradation, praise, and service submission. I'd done some of that online. The orgasm control, obviously—God, had I done that. The praise. Some verbal play. But bondage? Impact play? In person? The thought of Alexander's hands tying me down made my core clench. His palm striking my ass until I sobbed his name. His voice in my ear telling me I was his good girl while he fucked me from behind.