Pervert Games Novels & Stories

Collins asks, after looking through the camper. Jeremy doesn't answer. “I can't scent anyone else, so either you moan like a woman or…” Daniel’s eyes go wide. “Keep him alive. Whatever you do keep him alive!” “She promised no more game,” Collins says, suddenly understanding. “Games?” Nelson asks. “Just so you know, killing yourself is permanent. I know the game,” Daniel tells him as he dials Iris directly. “Hello,” iris answers with her standard smile. “The goddess is playing the game,” Daniel tells her.

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.”

The PT is a hotel with a spa, casino, restaurant, and thematic playrooms that cater to secretive businesses. She didn't come in as a hostess during the day. Her job was out front taking reservations, but Mr. West preferred her, so the hotel made an exception. The place remained hidden in the city, disguised as a high-end Inn. It is a giant adult playground for male and female escorts. Making reservations is a doozy; the hotel's management does background checks; it takes an individual with a specific pay grade and status to qualify for a room. --- Keanu was semi-tired yet restless.

Because anyone with half a brain understood that happy, incredible sex did not equate to love. She once overheard an irritated nursing colleague declare that men have a one-track mind. They want a woman between the covers, and they get it by making you feel as though they don't want to be anywhere else but with you—until they move on to someone else the next day or week, leaving you feeling slightly shopworn and extremely dumb. The only way to gain the upper hand is to deceive them into believing you don't care if you never see them again, or to swear off sex entirely.

During this period, “burrito” became an unspeakable word among the players. Because the moment someone said that word, a boss would immediately appear at their door. On the player forum, every post revolved around burritos. "Who on earth kidnapped this woman! The entire horror game can’t eat burritos anymore!" "Because of this woman, all the bosses entered berserk mode, and the player survival rate dropped below 10%!" "Please! Hurry and find this woman and end this!"

How was I going to scale over with an unconscious woman? Ugh! Fuck me!! I glanced at the lock again, looking around to see if I could find any equipment to break through the device, and I found a stick to use, which only made things worse after one hit. "Shit!" I groaned when the device suddenly started to emanate some sparks, the gate making a definite sound, and I jumped back when a siren sound suddenly started to go round. Fuck. I dropped the stick and picked up Juliette from the ground where I had laid her.

The typing dots lingered. Bad Boy: Guide me? To where? Your God? Or your bedroom? My stomach dropped. I clenched my thighs together under the table, fighting the rush that pooled low in my belly. Gloria: Don’t be disrespectful. This isn’t a game. Bad Boy: Everything’s a game, pastor’s wife. Some people just too holy to admit they like to play. I sucked in air, my heart thrumming painfully. He wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t like the brothers in church who lowered their gaze, who bowed with Yes ma, No ma.

I fingered myself to orgasm needing the release and then showered and prepared for the day. I arrived at I&P and was shown to the senior agent on the case, she would fill me in on the details of who I would be interrogating and what information we needed. There were wolves partying with drugs, this is strictly forbidden other than marijuana the one natural plant we were allowed to consume as long as we followed a few rules with it. Wolves also occasionally used mushrooms and other natural substances for certain ceremonies. Fake manufactured substances were forbidden. Hard partying with non-shifters was forbidden. Alcohol and marijuana simply relax shifters and it takes a lot to have any effe

Andrew frowned. "That you and your three friends play The Conquest List!" "What's The Conquest List?" Rita asked confusedly. "It's a sick game that these perverts play. They record the number of girls they've laid and give rewards to the greatest player after every three months. They bet on girls and give evidence to one another to prove that they slept with every one of them," Harry explained. "Oh my God, is that true Drew?" Marcus asked. "Yes we used to do that but I deleted the app already and we've stopped doing that. I decided to let go of that lifestyle ever since I met Robin. Why are you tryna change the subject, Harry?"

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit