The Game Must Go On Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mia Dawson married a cold CEO believing in love but lived beside him as if she were invisible. For two years, Mia gave everything to her husband. Her strength, her loyalty, and the empire she silently helped build, only to be met with indifference, humiliation, and the constant presence of another woman who always seemed to matter more. But things take a turn when she finds out through an accident that her sister-in-law isn't just her husband's stepsister but his lover. Broken and hurt, she hands over her divorce letter and walks away with a vow to take revenge no matter what. But some heartbreaks don’t end in goodbye. And some love stories begin again when the truth finally comes to light.

THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE FEATURING DARK CONTENT AND MORALLY AMBIGUOUS CHARACTERS. Peyton has been in her marriage, enduring the pain of watching Odin, her husband, flirt and cheat in the guise of an open marriage—a decision he made without her agreement. She hit a dead end when Odin broke the number one rule: bringing one of his flings to their home, their bed. That's when she made an impulsive decision—cheat and not feel guilty. He wants her to get a boyfriend? No, she'd do him one better. One night, that's all it took, and the next day she finds herself tangled with her husband's brother. Axel—He's a live wire, pure mischief and untamed. He doesn't just give Peyton what she's been starved of; he ignites a fire she didn't know she had, making her crave the wild freedom only he offers. With Axel, it's not just a fling; it's an explosion of everything forbidden. Raphael—A little unhinged? More like a master of controlled chaos. He's the kind of man who sears himself into your soul, leaving an unforgettable mark deep in your memories. Raphael doesn't just flip a switch in your brain; he rewires it entirely, making you question every sane choice you've ever made. Ready to dive deeper into Peyton's dangerous game?

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.

Imagine being born into a wealthy family that thinks you don't deserve a place at the table because you're different. Imagine being told you'll never be loved for who you are. Imagine believing this is true until you meet that one person who doesn't care what the world thinks of you. At 26, Dana Travis had resigned to a life of art and listening to her voice on her small recorder. But when she meets the unusually handsome Alex Logan, a billionaire CEO, who asks her to sign a contract marriage for two years with him, Dana says, “why not?” Imagine your hands stuck in the cookie jar, imagine owning the cookie jar. Like all agreements with an expiry date, Dana and Alex's contract of a delicious marriage ends . . . but not Dana’s feelings. But Alex is a billionaire, while she's . . . nothing, just a pretty girl with a big imagination. Or is she just that? Could Dana somehow get Alex to believe her feelings are true, or is she in this alone? “It was just a contract,” Dana tells herself. “Nothing more.” But it is clear there is more. Dana caught feelings, hard. What woman wouldn't after being deliriously loved by Alex Logan. It was supposed to be a contract, no strings attached. But now there's a whole pregnancy attached, and a heart that beats only for Alex. But Alex seems to have moved on with a new catch, the undefeated beauty, Jodie . . .

Freya Salvatore was a young lady who believed everyone has their own freedom of speech. She was never the type to get bullied by others, she was totally a hard nut to crack. But what happens when that believes of hers landed her into a big trouble. She fell into the trap of a cold, heartless, and ruthless mafia lord, who has no sympathy for humanity Noah Maxwell who was the leader of a mafia gang, who his face was hidden by a mask. The world greatest terrorist. A sex manaic. Would he bend Freya to his bidding or will it be the other way round? Find out!

I miss out on a call from my fiancee, Lauren Sink, because my phone is out of service when I'm in the elevator. The next thing I know, I receive a text from her, stating that our wedding has gotten called off. "Let's call off our wedding. I don't want to marry you anymore. Gregory isn't feeling well, so I've gone over to his place to take care of him. I don't want you disturbing us." This is the 99th time Lauren has called off our wedding because of Gregory Cooper. But this time, I don't get to plead to Lauren in time because I'm in too much agony from the news. Suddenly, I see a row of comments appearing before my eyes. "Why aren't you pleading with Lauren to stay with you, Cameron? She loves you, you know! She just doesn't know how to convey her feelings for you!" "She doesn't love Gregory at all! She gets close to him and calls off the wedding with you just to make you jealous!" "If Lauren genuinely doesn't want you to disturb her, why would she tell you where she is? Hurry up and please her already!" My heart skips a beat at the sight. So… So Lauren has loved me all this time? But I don't want the love that I can't feel at all.

"I love you, I really really do~ please marry me" I closed my eyes in fear as I kneeled in front of the devil itself who had his hands warped around the female lead. The next thing I knew I stood in the wedding hall wearing the white suit while in front of the Villain itself putting the ring on my finger. "Now I declare you as husband and hu-husband? you may kill your husband" It was supposed to be a straight Otome game where I was supposed to be dead while saving the FL. But here and I married to the villain itself. "WHEN DID IT TURN INTO BL?" I don't own the cover as I just did the editing of the art and credit goes to its owner

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

It had been ten years, and Ethan—my mate—and I still didn’t have a pup. One day, he suggested we adopt one from the Werewolf Orphan Charity Agency. “My mate,” he said gently, “pregnancy is too hard for you. You’d have to go through so many checkups and herbs. Your wolf shouldn’t have to suffer like that.” When others heard this, they all said Ethan loved me deeply—that he couldn’t bear to see me in pain. But I saw the truth with my own eyes. He took an infant pup from another she-wolf. “Luckily, Mia isn’t pregnant,” he said. “That way, the excuse of adopting an infant works—and the pup can have a legitimate status in my clan.” I knew that she-wolf well. The same one Ethan used to call a “stupid omega.” Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I called my mentor at the Werewolf Research Academy. “I want to devote myself to herb research,” I said calmly. Three days from now, during the pup’s first New Moon blessing, I’ll fake my death in a fire. No one will be able to stop me.

In the glittering world of wealth and power, where every smile was calculated and every gesture choreographed, Ann Sinclair is left wondering ‘what had she truly signed up for? Now that she was married to Lucas Montgomery, the internet giant. The game of marriage had begun, and neither of them knew just how dangerous it would become.