Wicked Game Book Series Novels & Stories

Elektra: One of us has to be in order to keep you safe on the battlefield. Alexus: What battlefield? I jumped down to the ground below and shot off towards the woods behind the house. I shook my head and snorted at the multitude of smells coming from the forest. The scents from other she-wolves were overwhelming due to the scent-marking. It was a brilliant idea to confuse your enemies during the games. Elektra took a moment to rub her body on various trees. Alexus: Why are you doing this? Elektra: For the games, duh. You know how we're going to win this thing?

This is just the beginning, loving the billionaire series continues with: Book 2: A Game With The Billionaire (Emma and Jeremy) Book 3: Taming the Billionaire (Nicole and Xavier) and possibly two more for Ethan and Nicholas. Until then, stay smart like Arya and Wanda, sweet and kind like Clara, and maybe, just maybe a little cray cray like Anna and Alisha (minus the murders, obviously!) See you in the next one!

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

She walked inside. The game, as she had said once before, on a stage with unsigned papers and two thousand witnesses, was not over. It was just beginning. End of Book One Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk Book Two: The Queen's War — coming soon.

His eyes were lit with amusement as he catalogued each injury that he saw, enjoying my suffering. Game on, asshat. ----- This is a continuation of the original Fated series, so I do suggest reading those as well for the full context. This book is the first of the next generation books. The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are:

She ran her fingers over the ancient book, the Reflection Game, her expression grim. She had seen this book before. Decades ago, it had caused unspeakable chaos in her village. Stories of children disappearing, their spirits lost to an underworld of torment, were etched in her memory. She had thought the cursed object was destroyed, yet here it was—back to haunt her family.

Until he was standing right in front of Vito, close enough to smell the faint scent of expensive cologne and something darker… whiskey, maybe, or scotch. Vito stood up in one smooth motion, and suddenly the space between them disappeared. In one swift movement, Vito had him pinned against the desk, the exact spot where Vito had just been sitting. Aiden gasped, his hands flying back to brace himself against the wood. "What–" But the words died in his throat. He was utterly confused about the emotions rushing through him. His brain was screaming at him, loud and insistent. ‘You don't want to be here. You don't want to be here.’

To my filthy girlies… this isn’t a love story. It’s a confession. Every story in this book is about women who were ‘good girls’ until they met a man who didn’t want good. He wanted wrecked. If you like it slow, go read a romance book. If you like it raw, if you like the sound of a spank echoing off a bathroom tile, if you like a man who looks at you like he wants to eat you alive… Then stay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

"The games end now." "Or else what?" "Don't think I'm above killing members of my own family. We both know I'm not. You're a woman, Sophia, you and your mother both. So far that has kept you protected. I find it dishonorable and distasteful to hurt women. But I am not beyond it." "Of course you're not. You'll do to me what you did to my father and my brother, right?" I lean forward and show my teeth. "Worse. They got the honor of a quick death. You will not. Back off, end the games, leave my wife alone. This is your one and only warning." I turn and stride to the door.

They say love is stronger than lust. But Niu believed otherwise. Love might be powerful, sure—but the pull of raw desire? That was even stronger. Still, maybe it depends on the person. When someone cheats, they know the risks. They know they’re about to hurt someone they love. But the thrill? The rush? It’s so intoxicating that it’s almost impossible to resist. Once you give in, it becomes easier to do it again… until you’re hooked. Niu had always loved Leanne—for as long as he could remember. But the night he saw Kate dancing wildly on the floor, temptation hit him so hard that he forgot about everything—his feelings for Leanne, his vows to Claire, even his marriage itself.