The Most Dangerous Game Full Text Novels & Stories

The scent of Terre D'Hermes emanating from his body added to the conviction that this man was really the one who kissed me in front of the elevator earlier. The realization woke me up. Suddenly, the atmosphere around us was noisy as a woman received the misdirected bullet. The man quickly stood, searching for the shooter, slipping on the sunglasses he’d dropped. Things got noisier as the two of them clashed guns. Wait, this charming man was also playing with a gun? People screeched as the sound of explosions came from their weapons. Some ran for their lives and others hid wherever they felt strong enough. “Get down!” he yelled at me. The Baldy was still attacking us. The handsome man picked

The air was electric, charged, ready to shatter. Adriana’s voice, when it came, was low and cold as steel. “So this is the game we’re playing.” Isabella smiled sweetly, withdrawing her hand. “Careful, darling. Games are dangerous when you don’t know the rules.” Adriana’s eyes locked on Damian’s. “Then it’s time someone rewrote them.” The storm inside him broke loose—but before he could speak, a gunshot cracked in the distance. Shouts erupted from the hall. The game had just turned deadly.

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

Gianna replied her angrily. “It’s alright guys, let’s all just focus on the mission for now, and after it’s done, we’ll know what next we wanna do with our lives! But the truth is, I’m getting tired of this dangerous game as well. I mean we have enough money to get us through our whole lives. I think it’s time we ended this L!” Jack spoke up. “No, we have to decide right here, right now, what’s gonna happen after this mission”, Mia said. “All those in Favour of making the heist our last mission raise your hands!”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He smiled, slow. “Then maybe I’m done playing safe.” That was it. I lunged, fists first, fury pouring out like wildfire—except Zenya’s men were faster. Two grabbed me, two grabbed him, and suddenly we were pulled apart like rabid dogs at the neck. Jeremy was snarling. I was spitting blood. One of the guards got clipped in the jaw. I didn’t give a shit. But Zenya? He didn’t move. Didn’t lift a goddamn finger.

The way his deep, baritone voice terrified every inch of my body. He didn't blink. He didn't even have to. He just stood there, staring hard at me like he was observing some fascinating specimen under a microscope. And yet again, it was exciting because of how alive he made me feel. Like the young, naive college girl I was six years ago, something I never felt with Carter or anyone else. Only this time, it was more dangerous and wild. “You wanna bet on it?” I narrowed my eyes. “Huh?” “You want me to leave you alone, right? To stay clear of anything that concerns you, to erase every memory of us like it never happened? Then you’ll have to agree to the contract, darling.”

Since I was the only one with a vampire gene, I would instantly be the killer. "Take caution! We are close to where the few guards are. If you keep running like this, we will be noticed!" My wolf warned in fright, but the urge to get back into the packhouse was so strong, and the adrenaline rushing through my veins wouldn't allow me to slow down even a little bit. "Selene, you are endangering our....." Her voice choked in her throat as we both caught sight of the bodyguards who were guarding the emergency path. We were scared that they would sense our movement and get hold of us, but what we saw was shocking.

“Mine.” The volti held his eyes, her expression cunning. “Mine.” Mathin’s eyes narrowed. In his present mood, he wouldn’t object to skinning her. The female snorted and paced away, conceding the prize to the more dangerous predator. The rest of the pack melted into the woods, in search of easier prey. “You’re going to get me killed,” Andrea whispered, but her shoulders relaxed. “You’re making this more difficult than it has to be.” He helped her to her feet, helpfully dusting her rear.

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes a

They’re searching for the boy. My blood turned to ice. I glanced back once more at the man still kneeling in his own ruin. The game had just become far more dangerous than I anticipated.