Treacherous Game Novels & Stories

“I won’t—” “You will,” the Game corrected pleasantly. “OR BOTH DIE.” The last words boomed, letters ten feet tall across every hovering screen. My hand spasmed around the pen. *Safe‑out,* I thought wildly. *Misfire. Glitch. A trap that opens under both of them and dumps them belowstage. A drone malfunction. A fire alarm. Anything.* I grabbed for the world the way I had in every other arena—the floor, the air, the countdown numbers—feeling for a loose seam.

ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

Because now— The game had changed. Not gradually. Not subtly. Completely. And somewhere in the system— Unseen. Untouched. Untraceable— Someone was already several moves ahead. Not reacting. Not competing. But— Positioning. And the most dangerous part? They had already moved through everything. Every system. Every structure. Every layer. Without being seen. Without being stopped. Without leaving a trace. By the time Juniper and Tristan realized what was happening— They were no longer operating within their own game.

They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

"You are the most valuable point, boy. So try to live a long time and make the game more interesting." My confusion was overwhelming. I still couldn't grasp the explanation of this so called game. I whispered to Marco, my voice shaking. "They... they just have to get the vest off us right?" Marco looked at me with an expression of weary disgust. "They have to get the vest off our dead bodies, Antonio. The Hunters can only steal the points when you are dead." He heaved before looking away. My eyes widened in horror at his words as he confirmed my suspicion and my legs started shaking uncontrollably.

My heart skipped a beat when he put his hands on the wall and leaned close to me, ripping my strength to replace it with his intoxication. "Miss Beth." He whispered huskily, completing his sentence, moving his face so close to mine. I shuddered as I could feel his malicious plans under my fingernails, stirring my mind. "What game?" I asked in a whisper, not liking this at all but his offer was too good to resist. He let out a low yet dark chuckle and moved to my neck and spoke up in a whisper, "For the next ten minutes, I will seduce you and if the word 'Please' escaped your lips. You lose."

he said hurriedly. “Or you’re too early,” I replied. “Again.” “I take time seriously when the topic is treason and betrayal, Halvar. This is very dangerous business and you know it.” “Call it strategy,” I said, coming close enough to pat his shoulder. “Treason is such an ugly word.” He let out a quiet laugh. “You called this meeting, Halvar. What game are we playing now?” I let my eyes drift up to the broken spire of the tower, where moonlight was caught in its jagged edges. “The only game worth playing…the one where the winner decides what truth means.”

--- The Triplet Challenge Later, the triplets decided the pack was too quiet and announced the first annual Silverveil “Moon Games.” “Rules are simple!” Jackie shouted, standing on a barrel. “Each team has to complete three challenges — balance, stealth, and strength. Winner gets bragging rights and Derik’s secret honey whiskey!” Derik groaned. “That was supposed to be a secret!” “Not anymore!” Jamie yelled, grinning. Collin’s wolf side flickered in amusement. “You realize this will end in chaos.” Baylee crossed her arms. “And you love chaos.” He smirked. “Maybe a little.”

She was living the dream, but only at a price; an expensive one— one that could put her in jail and lock her up for good. She knew what was involved in, she knew life is a game and you either play it good or bad. If there's anything Lara has learned in life is that the good way isn't always the best way; and when you're so determined at being successful in life, you've got to be tough!