Savage Games Rachel Leigh Novels & Stories

"Ouch! It hurts!" Zayn said in a pitiful tone, "Boss, are you abandoning your cutie?" Larissa muttered with clenched teeth, "Stop calling yourself a cutie. Rachel's here too. Why don't you go play with her?" Zayn shivered and said, "Forget about it, I'd rather team up with strangers than let Rachel's awful gaming skills hold me back. She is notorious for dragging down teammates, I even got reported last time!"

“Oh my God! Finally! I’m Leah — social media strategy. Welcome!” A guy with glasses offered a chill nod. “Jason. Copywriting.” The third, a woman with an expensive bob and a sharper expression, didn’t smile at all. She crossed her legs slowly, giving me an assessing look. “I’m Clarissa,” she said, voice smooth but edged. “Senior strategist.” Her tone translated clearly: And I don’t like you already. Elise finished the introductions and slipped out of the room. Leah instantly pulled me into a seat beside her. “Ignore Clarissa. She thinks she owns this floor just because she’s been here since the dinosaurs.”

"She said something about how rare they are and how they remind her of her childhood territory." "That's brilliant! Thank you so much!" "No problem," Rachel said cheerfully. "Though I have to tease you about your complete lack of hunting rights. Do you need me to transfer some to help with expenses?" "I'm managing, but thank you for offering," Elara replied with gratitude. **(God's POV)** Meanwhile, Caleb Rivers emerged from the washing den, his hair still damp from his shower. He found Rachel lounging on their shared sleeping furs, clearly amused by something on her communication device.

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎 ******* . Cheetah looked at Raven from head to toe and she smirked. "She really doesn't remember of her sister" Cheetah thought before facing Amour "Eat, that might be the last meal you'll ever have.. Or the last time you'll see her" Cheetah winked before walking away. Raven looked back, making sure Cheetah was at a safe distance away before she placed the food in front of Amour

“My name is Rochelle.” “Well, that’s obviously a lie, Bai Rochelle,” Van blurted. World’s best friends, these guys. She dropped her gaze again, but I raised her head with a finger to the bottom of her chin. “Head up, always,” I murmured so only she could hear. “Holy shit! What the fuck am I seeing?” Jax demanded, eyes bugged out, voice incredulous. “A very shy chick, I think. What you doing here, Bai Rochelle?” Van asked.

The poor girl had no idea what she was walking into. Wycliffe walked slowly to the decanter on the table, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid. His hand was steady, though his mind churned. He had underestimated her too, this girl who appeared out of nowhere, catching not one but two of the most dangerous men alive. She was clever, that much he could now admit. But cleverness alone would not be enough to save her when the tide turned. He sipped and exhaled. Lucien would be dealt with, when the time was right. Because this wasn’t just about Seraphine's foolish desires anymore. This was about survival. About ensuring the council’s hold on the world they had shaped.

Ryan said quietly even as he felt the beast inside him crouch in readiness to attack. “Ow come on don’t be a pussy.” Her short laughter didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s very unattractive to beg. Name’s Camille by the way. And I’m here to fight you.” With that short announcement, Camille opened her palms and pointed all ten fingers towards the ground, releasing very nasty-looking claws. “Oh my god…” Ryan breathed. ***

The screaming had clogged my throat, and tears blurred my vision. The pillagers burnt everything to the ground, killed the elderly, and kidnapped girls and boys to be sold in underground slave markets. That was how the Kingdom of Dhura was run. The weak human settlements had no say or security in this shifter kingdom. They dragged out our chief and his wife. Tied him in the centre of the village gathering ground and burnt them alive. Their excruciating screams made our hearts tremble, and our souls weep. Their daughter and my best friend, Samana, was made to watch. I held her trembling, shaking body as she begged them for mercy.

The fierce, heavy possessiveness from our night in the silk sheets hadn't faded; it had just settled into a low, burning ember beneath his skin. "Zero is on the line," I said, breaking the silence as a sharp, double-tone chime echoed from my terminal. A digitized, distorted frequency crackled over the speakers. "Aria. Thorne," Zero’s voice came through, stripped of all humanity by the scrambler. "The Vance estate sweep is complete. Victoria didn't just run; she pulled her entire deep-cover network off the grid. She knows the core ledger data leaked at the masquerade has ruined her reputation with the high table. She's cornered. And a cornered viper doesn't look for a hiding spot —she looks f

I was washing the blood off my hands and the knife in a small stream that trickled nearby when I heard a cheerful, “Selena! There you are!” I nearly jumped out of my skin. Rachel. What was she doing out here? She came bouncing through the trees, a bright pink monstrosity of a sweater making her impossible to miss. She was carrying a small basket. “Silas said you were out here ‘communing with nature’ with Mr. Thorne,” she chirped. “Which sounded suspiciously like code for ‘doing something broody and intense.’ So, I brought snacks!”