The Most Dangerous Game Ending

The whole world got sucked into a survival horror game. While everyone else was grinding mobs and trying not to get wiped, the system bugged out and tagged me as an NPC. My role? Takeout girl. I cruised around on my busted scooter, dropping food at boss lairs. If my rating dipped under 9.0, I'd keel over instantly. I figured I was just some unlucky idiot skating on death's edge. Then a pack of dumb players tried to jack my ride. That's when the scariest bosses in the game roared at once: "Who the hell thinks they can touch my crew?!"

"I don't do love. Ang pag-ibig ay tanda ng kahinaan. At hindi ako mahina. I am Olivia Reid!" Siya si Olivia Ried, palaban at mala-diyosa ang angking kagandahan; Kinaiinggitan ng mga kababaihan, kinababaliwan ng mga kalalakihan. Ngunit sa likod ng kanyang tapang at ganda ay may isang nakaraang pilit nyang tinatakasan. Ang nakaraan niyang iyon ang dahilan kung bakit isinumpa niya sa sariling hinding-hindi siya iibig kahit na kailan. Kaya naman kahit na marami ang nahuhumaling sa kanya, binabasted lamang niya ang mga ito. Ngunit isang lalaki ang mukhang hindi tinatalaban sa taglay niyang ganda. Si Gabriel Craig na umpisa pa lang ay halata na ang pagkadisgusto sa kanya. At isang malakas na sampal iyon sa pride ni Olivia Reid. Kaya ang plano niya:: Paibigin si Gabriel Craig at pagkatapos ay iwanang luhaan! Ngunit hawak ni Gabriel ang alas tungkol sa tunay niyang pagkatao. At iyon ang ginagamit nitong panakot para maging sunod-sunuran siya sa bawat naisin nito. Pero gaya nga ng mantra niya sa buhay; She is Olivia Reid. Matalino, madiskarte at hindi palulupig. Sa labanan ng talino at patusuhan, sino ang magwawagi? Si Olivia Reid na ginagamit ang taglay na kagandahan para makuha ang lahat ng gusto sa buhay? O si Gabriel Craig na nakakaalam ng kanyang kahinaan?

"Nah, not gonna happen. I don't want to skip work just because of that girl. She's not that important. I will not make her life easier by impregnating her that soon," I said. "Well, bro, it's your choice. Just don't let yourself be head over the heels for Stacey. That'll create a big issue!" Harry said. "That's cliché, man! Do you think I'll let that happen? I'm so busy torturing her physically and mentally. I won't have any more time to think about loving her. I also barely go home," I confidently said. -----. Stacey's life has always been difficult. She is constantly required to present herself in front of the lads in order to encourage them to offer her money or whatever in return for sex. In addition, there will be a fee for each touch to private parts. It's almost as if you had to pay to touch. Fortunately, she was able to flee this realm thanks to Cygnus, her love one. But because of Yul Matthew Servano, everything became blue, and her life became much more confusing than it was before. It was planned for her to marry him. Will they build affections for each other despite the fact that Yul is a womanizer and Stacey is a transitory relationship for guests?

My stepbrother showed up after my parents' death—and he wanted revenge. Not closure. Not forgiveness. Revenge from me. *** My parents—abusive, reckless and selfish—died in a car crash, leaving me with nothing but unanswered questions and a fortune soaked in secrets. Everyone thought I was their cherished little princess. They didn't know the truth. And neither did he. Asher Grayson—my stepbrother. Cold. Ruthless. A billionaire with the face of sin and the heart of a devil. By day, he's a businessman who breaks empires. By night... he breaks me. He came for vengeance. For things our father had done to him. I didn't even know why... but I was the one getting punished. His hatred for me knew no bounds. He punished me for things I didn't do. Locked me in his mansion. Made me his servant. Tortured me. And then... his touch slowly…turned punishment into pleasure. The lines between hate and desire blurred until I couldn't tell them apart. Soon, I was chained to his bed, moaning his name like a confession—his face buried between my thighs, doing everything I swore I never would with a man who only wanted to destroy me. Whose only goal was to ruin me. To show me the worst. Because in this cruel game of revenge and ruin— He played to break me. And I fell... to love him. My biggest mistake? Falling for my stepbrother—the man who only wanted revenge.

เขาคือชายเดี่ยวจากเว็บชวนเสียวสุดฮิต เธอคือนักแปลสาวผู้ด้อยประสบการณ์วาบหวาม เมื่อเธออยากมีเรื่องร้อนแรงสักครั้งในชีวิต การพบกันของทั้งสองจึงเกิดขึ้นภายใต้กติกาคือ กอดได้แต่ห้ามรัก ทว่า...หัวใจถลำรัก เธอควรฉีกกติกานั้นหรือถอยห่างจากกันดี ========== “มนเหมือนเด็กขาดความอบอุ่นที่ต้องได้รับการบำบัด” “ยังไง” สายตาคมไหวเหมือนจะยิ้มได้ ทำมนสิชาหน้าร้อนผ่าว ทั้งที่นั่งอยู่ในห้องแอร์ กลับเหมือนมีเปลวแดดมาลูบแก้มให้ร้อนวูบวาบ สีหน้าและลักษณะการเอียงคอมองอย่างใคร่รู้ของหญิงสาวชวนให้หนุ่มทั้งแท่ง เลือดร้อนฉ่าใคร่ลงมือสาธิตการบำบัดเสียเดี๋ยวนี้ “อย่าทำหน้าแบบนั้น” “แบบไหน” เธอนิ่วหน้า งงจัดจริงๆ ไม่ใช่การเสแสร้งมารยา กฤษฎิ์ยื่นหน้าเข้ามาใกล้ กวาดสายตายิ้มได้ ลูบไล้นวลแก้มละมุนที่เริ่มซับสีเรื่อ แล้ววกกลับมาสบตาคู่งาม “แบบที่กำลังมอง สนใจ ใคร่รู้ มันทำให้ผู้ชายเกิดอารมณ์ ไม่รู้หรือ...”

Dirty Game Book 1: Sky Avenido is a typically quiet, mysterious, genius and boy next door in their school but looks can be deceiving. You don't know his real self. He's obsessed with her. Dirty Game Book 2: Austin Jimenez can't accept the loss of his battle against Sky Avenido to Reese Santillan's heart but he will do everything just to get the only girl he loved in his entire life, even if he does His Dirty Tactics. Dirty Game Book 3: "Y-Yuri? Anong ginagawa mo dito?" Nauutal kong tanong habang nakatingin sa lalakeng ilang araw nang ginugulo ang buhay ko. "Is that how you welcomed me? My bestfriend's girlfriend?" He smirked that I almost lost my breath. Sana hindi ko nalang siya nakilala. Sana hindi nalang siya ipinakilala sa akin ni Zane. He is Yuri Avenido. My boyfriend's bestfriend who wants me so badly. This is the Dirty Game series of Sky, Austin, and Yuri.

Earth was butchered, wrecked, and scared long before I was born. According to the legends, humans ruin began when the Viatores came into existence in the human world. Viatores are banished creatures from an alternate universe, weaklings who couldn't save their own world and as welcoming as humans are, we accepted them. Redemption, that was what they seeked here on earth but those backstabbing asswipes had other plans. A tyrant, a bastard, known as Nicholas Sylvester led the war. The Changeling. The human rulers had no chance. We were his little project to enslave. He and his seven Lords claimed all continents. On my eighteenth birthday, I was gifted to the King of all Benders: one whom no human dared look at, trembles at his presence. However, in this game of heart and truth, fate has its plan hidden.

Blurb She ran from one devil straight into the arms of the worst one. Mikhail Lobanov… Las Vegas’s most feared mafia king, pins the trembling 19-year-old cocktail waitress against the penthouse elevator wall, thumb dragging across her lower lip. “You’re too beautiful to kill… so I’ll keep you.” One brutal thrust later, he’s buried deep inside her untouched body on the balcony overlooking the Strip, growling, “This pussy is mine now, Bella. Say it.” What begins as possession becomes obsession. He collars her. Claims her. Protects her. But when his enemies discover she’s carrying his child, the war turns personal. Kidnapped. Tortured. Rescued. Betrayed. In a world of blood, revenge, and unbreakable chains, one innocent beauty will either destroy the monster… or become his forever salvation. Dark. Possessive. Filthy. The Beauty and Her Dangerous Mafia Lord.

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."

I died in the year my husband hated me most. Unable to endure his endless silent treatment any longer, I swallowed a bottle of pills and ended my life. At the crematorium, watching the flames roar inside the furnace, he allowed himself a rare smile. “Someone as vile as her doesn’t deserve to be laid to rest whole.” So when the staff handed him the urn, he flipped it over. My ashes scattered across the floor in an instant. All this time, he had believed I was responsible for the death of his first love. That belief was why he had schemed and plotted for years, all for this precise moment of final desecration. When it was over, he stepped over my ashes and walked away without looking back. Though not long after that, he fell to his knees and begged the crematorium to give my ashes back to him.