Reading Of The Most Dangerous Game Novels & Stories

After transmigrating into a horror game, I realize I can hear ghosts' inner thoughts. "Oh, look, a human! I need to give her a pet!" "Why can't I touch her? Move! I gotta touch her!" "Humans! She's so tame that she's even letting us pet her!" My inner thoughts scream, "Damn it. Now I feel like a monkey in the zoo."

One life for another. That is the rule of the Aftergame. Lena was a ghostwriter who lived in the shadows—until a devastating betrayal by her sister pushed her into the path of a speeding truck. She expected the void. Instead, she woke up in a sadistic, system-driven purgatory where the dead must compete for a second chance at life. In this gore-soaked nightmare, survival has a name: Riven. A lethal player with eyes like cold flint, Riven breaks the game’s cardinal rule to save Lena, making them both targets of the system’s wrath. But as they reach the final level, the horrific truth unvails. Riven isn’t a player. He is the Executioner—a sentient program designed to mimic love, only to deliver the ultimate soul-crushing betrayal. But Riven has developed a terminal malfunction: he truly loves her. Now, Lena is back in the land of the living, but the world is starting to pixelate. To save her, the machine that was meant to kill her has built her a cage. And in the Aftergame, mercy is the most terrifying fate of all.

“Learned your lesson?” I nod, biting my bottom lip as he moves his hand further up. “Prove it.” As he squeezes my thigh, I lean back onto his shoulder, instinctively, having him turn his head to the side of mine. “I hate you!” I can feel his smirk against my skin as I sigh. “Tell me anyway.” I click my tongue, turning my head away from him. “I’m yours. And I should know that I’d land here.” *** Nerthus goes by many names. Hiding from an unpleasant past, she keeps her true identity a secret while working as an escort. As she covers an appointment with a mysterious new client for a sick colleague, she thinks it will be a one-night thing as he is known to never book an escort twice. Until he books her again. When her other clients start mysteriously canceling their appointments, she suddenly finds herself in a tricky, but quite alluring situation. She tries everything to resist his irresistible temptations that threaten getting her fingers burnt. But she risks it anyway. Will Nerthus realize her mistake too late? And will she be able to resist her forbidden desire for her mysterious new client? *** TW: explicit and foul language; frequent sex scenes; violence; SA ***

Harry Rey is a hardhearted, unpitying and cruel personality when it's about his family. He fully enjoys his life. On his business trip, he sees the dazzlingly beautiful girl when his brother pulls over the car at a red light signal. Unfortunately, Both brothers have the same feelings for her. Harry never felt love before. Her one look was enough to give him a kick. On other hand, Jackson Rey is less cruel and handsome than his brother. He is the future mafia boss. He didn't want his brother to lay his eyes on her as Harry dates a new girl every day. Love is an adorable, slim girl. Who is a tutor and loves her family. After her father's death, she fulfilled all the responsibilities. Her life turns east to West when she witnesses a scandal. To know who will marry her? Continue reading......

I fell in love with the maid's daughter. The maid bullied and controlled me.My family fortune was cheated out, and my parents died tragically. I couldn't accept it, so I jumped off a tower to kill myself.Unexpectedly, I was reborn to the day a year ago...

My daughter, Emma Blackwood, was sick. We were thirty thousand short of the treatment that could save her life. My husband, Nathan Blackwood, looked devastated, his face tight with guilt. "Honey, I'm sorry. This is my fault. I don't have the money to save our daughter." To pay for Emma's treatment, I worked four jobs daily, but during a restaurant shift, I saw Nathan rent the entire place to wine and dine another woman. With a bright smile, she poured him a drink. "Mr. Blackwood, you are generous. You spend tens of millions like it's nothing. You can have any woman you want, so why marry some broke, low-class woman?" Nathan slowly blew out a stream of smoke, his eyes full of contempt. "You wouldn't understand. Marrying a poor woman like that makes it fun. "Watching her humiliate herself over a little money, working herself to the bone. It's entertaining." My body went cold. I could barely breathe. So Nathan had been a wealthy heir all along, pretending to be poor and lying to me from the start. What he didn't know was this: I was the long-lost daughter of the richest family in the country. And with a single word from me, his entire world could be destroyed.

BLURD I never imagined my life could fall apart so suddenly. Not today, especially not on the day I was supposed to celebrate my engagement to my boyfriend. That night, I had a feeling that things might go wrong, but I chose to ignore it. After three years with Daniel, I thought I had it all figured out, of us having a perfect life and living happily ever after. But I was mistaken. I walked in on my fiancee and sister being intimate. It really broke me. They had no remorse, just justification. I didn’t scream or cry. I simply walked away. I don’t remember how I ended up at that club or how many drinks I had. All I recall is the burning anger heavy enough to suffocate my breath. And then… him. Older, calm, looking at me as if he understood every broken piece I was desperately hiding. I knew I should have walked away. But I stayed. One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. But there was a reckless mistake, a fleeting moment of weakness that I couldn't hide and forget. But the next morning, when I truly saw his face everything changed. Because the man I had just spent the night with… was my ex-boyfriend’s uncle. And that? That was just the beginning.

For six years, Medea Watts believed her marriage to Gordon Begum had remained purely platonic because he was naturally repulsed by intimacy. That was, until she witnessed the intimacy he shared with another woman. He ignored her completely after her near-death ordeal, choosing instead to celebrate the birthday of his first love’s daughter, the three of them looking every bit like a perfect family. Only then did Medea realize that the woman Gordon had never truly let go of was actually his late brother’s widow. All these years, he treated their marriage like a vow of abstinence, saving himself for the woman he truly loved. And in that moment, whatever love Medea had left for him finally died. Without hesitation, she filed for divorce. Gordon only sneered dismissively. “Even the York family, who raised her for years, no longer wants her. How could she possibly leave me?” To Gordon, Medea was simply a sheltered young woman the York family had spoiled and protected for years. She was beautiful, obedient, and utterly useless. He assumed her talk of divorce was nothing more than a childish tantrum. Yet Medea quietly obtained the divorce agreement and moved out of their home without a word. It wasn't until one of her design sketches went viral that her career took off, transforming her into one of the most talked-about rising designers in contemporary luxury fashion. Countless people admired and pursued her. Only then did Gordon realize how badly he underestimated her. With reddened eyes, he knelt before her and begged in a hoarse voice, “Dea, I’ve completely cut ties with Sharon. After everything we’ve shared over the years, can’t you give me one more chance?” The once untouchable man finally lowered his pride for love. But Medea merely lifted the hem of her dress and turned away, stepping directly into the embrace of the powerful head of the York family. The man wrapped an arm around her waist and said calmly, “Sorry, but if anyone has a claim on her, it's me. After all, in some sense, I raised her myself.”

Ever since the death of her parents Deborah only wanted peace. Working for Lucas seemed perfect until she learned the truth: he wasn’t just a billionaire CEO, but the underboss of a feared Mafia empire. Their love was intoxicating, unstoppable… and doomed. As they dug deeper into each other, they uncovered betrayals that set them on opposite sides of a war neither of them wanted to fight.

Curtis paused to savor the view. She was totally open to him, her lower lips slick and swollen. Her whole body trembled, and that more than anything showed him just how close to the edge she already was: she was losing control, and he loved seeing it. Not able to stand it for one second longer, Curtis kissed her inner thigh, trailed his tongue up its curve. Tessa gave a small gasp as he slid between her folds, his tongue gliding up to her pulsing clit. He gave it a teasing little lick, then moved down again. She moaned in frustration now, felt his satisfied grin against her pussy. **** Curtis Manning is built from silence and scars; an ex-boxer, former soldier, and bouncer at Dangerous Curves who learned early that love costs too much. Commitment was never an option.... until Tessa walked in, all blonde curls and emerald eyes, and claimed his heart without even trying. Curtis has loved her from the start. Now she’s destroying herself – and he’s powerless to stop it. Tessa Mahoney is a former ballet dancer clinging to control in a life that never gave her any. Food is the enemy, numbers are safety. She’s determined to shrink herself back to nothing, even if it kills her. When Curtis forces Tessa to confront the truth, he expects to lose her forever. Instead, she forgives him, and gives him everything he’s ever wanted. Then Curtis’s past comes roaring back, violent and unforgiving, threatening the woman he loves. As his darkest truths surface, Curtis must face the hardest question of all: once Tessa sees who he really is, will love survive? And if it does,will Curtis be able to live with himself?