Teacher Game

Blurb I should have known.. the way his eyes turned dark with desire the minute he saw me across the room, if not, then I should have known when his fingers shivered when they touched my bare skin, I should have known the moment he kissed me passionately, a kiss so intense yet different, I should have realized something was off, or perhaps, deep down, I knew this wasn’t my Ben, nevertheless I pulled him closer to me and let myself melt under his touch. There is just something about a forbidden fruit that throws all logical thinking out the window. At a mask themed party, Stella gets intimate with a man she believes is her fiancé, Ben. But unfortunately she receives a call informing her Ben was involved in a tragic accident, turning to the bed, she demands the man reveals himself. She is left horrified to see that the man she thought was Ben is actually Benji, Ben’s identical twin brother. This one mistake not only leaves her pregnant but also homeless. Five years later, Stella comes back to New York with her young daughter, she will do everything she can to ruin everyone that betrayed her in the past especially Benji, who she blames for Ben’s death, unknown to her, fate has its own game.

On Teacher's Day, my wife, Hera, was promoted to associate professor. Even for our marriage we simply registered without a proper ceremony, yet this time, she specifically prepared a feast at home to celebrate. During the dinner, she took out the flowers a male student had given her and was about to put them in a vase. Without warning, I knocked the flowers out of her hand, flipped over the vase, and, under the bewildered gazes of the whole family, calmly said, "Let's get a divorce." Hera was stunned at first, then angrily snapped, "Stanley Lawson, what's gotten into you? I’m just putting some flowers my student gave me in a vase. What's the big deal?" My mother-in-law, Sarah Swift, chimed in, "Hera just got promoted to associate professor, and it's Teacher's Day. What's wrong with a student giving her flowers? Are you seriously getting jealous over that?" I glanced at the scattered petals on the floor and slowly said, "Yes, it's because of these flowers that I want a divorce."

In a world ruled by blood and betrayal, James carries a dark secret, he is the last surviving heir of a slaughtered clan, hidden behind the stolen face of his enemy. Sent to infiltrate the ruthless Bloodthorn Clan that murdered his family, James is determined to tear them apart from within. But vengeance is never simple. Among the enemy, he finds Sarah, a fierce, rebellious slave who ignites a fire in him greater than hatred. He also crosses paths with Selena, a beautiful, broken sister he no longer recognizes, bound by dark magic to the enemy she was raised to serve. As James rises through the Bloodthorn ranks, winning the trust of the brutal Alpha Draven and outsmarting his watchful Beta Rowan, danger coils tighter around him. Betrayed by those closest to him, forced into deadly duels, and hunted for crimes he did not commit, James must risk everything, not just to avenge his past, but to rewrite the fate of two warring clans. Love and loyalty. Betrayal and bloodshed. To survive, James must face his greatest battle yet: against the darkness both around him, and within him. Will he be the destroyer they fear… or the savior they never saw coming?

“Top or bottom?” Ethan's timid voice echoed in the motel room, and Kane scoffed. “Suck me off first and I'll tell you,” Kane replied and seductively licked his lips. “What makes you think I’d suck you? How about you kneel for me?” Ethan spat with a grimace, trying to sound unbothered even though he knew he had a lot at stake. A low, husky chuckle slipped from Kane's lips, and the room fell into a strange silence, their breathing and the soft wind the only sounds between them. Suddenly, Kane wrapped his arms around Ethan's back, pulling him as his hand slid down and grabbed his dick, squeezing it. “Let’s fuck!” ****** Canada's top hockey star, Ethan Harrison, has it all, except control over his own heart. When his secret obsession with the United States’s star player, Kane Hau Alexander, is discovered, Kane doesn’t expose him; instead, he takes control and vows to claim him. Rivals on ice, lovers in secret, their forbidden connection must overcome, boundaries, trust, and desire. But with jealous families, manipulative fiancées, and public scrutiny closing in, can their secret survive the ultimate game?

Willa Roane dies the same night she catches her boyfriend in bed with her sister. Instead of waking in peace, she’s dragged onto a ghostly bus and informed—by a mocking intercom—that she’s entered the Survival Game: a twisted show where the dead are thrown into lethal, terrifying worlds for the cruel amusement of an unseen audience. The rule is simple: survive each round… or your soul is erased forever. Her only ally is Corvin Thorne, the devastatingly beautiful stranger who yanked her off the road and onto the bus. A hybrid vampire–werewolf with a past soaked in blood, Corvin is bound by a wicked secret contract to keep Willa alive… or forfeit his own soul to the game. As they descend deeper into the nightmare realms—from a monster-ruled Dracula Castle to ruined neon cities—Willa realizes she is the key. The deadly worlds are twisting around her darkest fears and fantasies, turning her own horror stories into elaborate traps. She isn’t just a player; she’s the author of the chaos. And the man sworn to protect her may be the only thing she can’t control. Now Willa must rely on the dangerous man she’s falling for, a man who swore he would never love again. The heat between them is undeniable, but as their bond deepens, it’s impossible to tell which is more dangerous: the monsters hunting them… or the love that could destroy them both. Love might be beautiful—but in this game, it’s never sweet. It’s a weapon, a weakness, and the one thing that might rewrite the rules of Hell itself: desire. ---

After entering a horror game, I, Anastasia Moreau, begin dating the big boss. At our first meeting, I wrap my arms around his sleek, serpentine body and squeeze him into a corner of the coffin. "Move over, move over." In the next instant, a strikingly handsome young man with white hair and golden eyes appears beneath me. The tips of his ears flush red as he glares at me. "You… You're lying on my hair!" he grits out.

Grandpa died, and we immediately went for each other's throats over the inheritance. Then a blizzard hit, trapping us all in the family estate. An app appeared on our phones: [THE LAST ZOMBIE: FINAL RECKONING]. We had to pick a hiding spot. The last one standing—the last human standing—would inherit everything. I chose the dark, silent recording studio in the basement. Away from them all. When it was time to pick special powers, my family chose powerful weapons or pocket dimensions full of supplies. I chose Bio-Stasis. It slowed my cells to a crawl, and my body along with them. My stepbrother's fiancée, Chloe, called me an idiot. "Hiding from your family and picking a useless power? You're on a suicide mission." They threw a zombie-slaying party upstairs, already celebrating an inheritance they hadn't even won. Until, one by one, they turned. And started tearing each other apart. What they didn't know... was that I'd rigged the game from the start. The only way to win was to stay completely silent.

Eva thought she had everything, a loving, gentle boyfriend and a quiet life wrapped in safety. But when Lucas, her boyfriend’s powerful and dangerously magnetic boss, enters the picture, one heated glance shatters everything she thought she wanted. What began as one forbidden encounter spirals into a dark obsession Eva can’t escape. Torn between Henry’s soft love and Lucas’s fierce possession, she walks a razor-thin line between desire and destruction. As secrets begin to unravel and anonymous messages threaten to expose the affair, Eva realizes passion always comes with a price and someone’s ready to collect. What happens when Henry finds out about Eva’s secret affair with his boss? It won’t be what you expect. No shouting. No tears. No begging. Just one look. One sentence. And everything changes. Because Henry’s silence? It’s louder than any storm. And his next step… will leave you breathless How far will she go before everything burns to ash? Dive into a love triangle laced with lust, betrayal, and deadly secrets.

I am a miserable nurse. During the Halloween season, there was a three day break but I was not given any days off. Upset, I decided to join a game featuring a haunted hospital. There was an old man wrapped in IV tubes chasing after a player. I sprinted forward and shoved him into the chair. After effortlessly jabbing the IV line back in him, I told him off, "It’s just an IV drip, not an action movie. Sit. Down. Move again and I’ll strap you to the chair!" The old man did a double take before blinking in a flustered manner. "Sorry for causing you trouble, ma'am." At night, children ghosts began to run and laugh wildly in the corridor. I grabbed one in each hand and hauled them up. "If you’re not going to stay put in the ward, I’ll give you an injection!" Why did I still have to work in a game? I was so tired. The other players cried out, "Clem! That's a ghost. Are you not scared?" I sneered, "Sorry, but burnt-out workers hold more grudges than ghosts ever could."

Content Warnings ⚠️ Violence BDSM elements Obsessive or possessive behavior Age gap Manipulation Physical fights/assault Torture and trauma (off-page) PTSD Rough sex Family relationships This isn't a sweet, soft love. If you aren't ready for a flawed, morally gray, obsessive character, skip. ~~~~ I started peeling off my clothes right there in the hallway, daring him to look. I wanted to see if the perfect brute my grandfather built has a breaking point. I wanted to see if he was actually human, capable of love, or just a puppet that follows orders. That was the first time I saw the mask slip. That was the night he stopped being my protector and became my predator. Now, we are locked together in a cycle of destruction where his obsession is my only reality. He would rather see me dead than in another man’s arms, and I’m too far gone to want anyone else. Running away from him is the safest option. But why run when his obsessive love is the only thing I'm used to?