Wicked Game Book Series Novels & Stories

"We will need to pick her up quick. Not that I care if he has completed the mating with her or not because I would have her anyway and enjoy teaching her again to obey a male no matter what, but if we can grab her before he completes the mating that will be even better. It may even send his wolf over the edge and make him a rogue." We follow the scents, and they lead us to the clan leaders' home. We stand in the shadows and watch. It isn't long before I see Isabella come out of the back door, sit on the porch and open a book. I look a little closer at the book and notice that it is the small spell book I found near Isabella's mother when I found her after that Warlock leader had beaten and r

Her voice was gone. Only the shard of broken glass on the floor still faintly shimmered where she had been. From the crowd, someone whispered, “Maybe this is some trick by the professor…” No one responded. Because a question had begun to rise inside everyone — If this is a game… then how does it end? Suddenly, a laugh echoed from the back row. Rishabh. Always smiling. Always the one who made fun of everything. He stood up and said casually, “Why are you all so scared? Come on, yaar. This is just a psychological game.

Dangerous. “Then here’s your answer,” she said. Victor’s gaze sharpened. “We’ll handle Cruz.” A pause. “But not your way.” Sebastian didn’t interrupt. Didn’t question. Because he understood. Immediately. Victor studied her carefully. Then— Slowly— He nodded. “Good,” he said. Because that meant— The game had just changed again. And this time— They weren’t just playing to survive. They were playing to win.

“Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.” That's not even a real guess. The brat isn't even trying. “Ice… fucking… cold.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Okay… then what else can be silver or white… uh… yes!” She snaps her fingers. “A white rat!” His eyes roll unamused. “You’re ruining a perfectly good game.” “You see? I was right. A white rat!” “They have red eyes.” Dorian looks down at his fingernails now.

She sighed and massaged her temples. Was she really ready for this life she was in currently? But did it matter if she was ready or not? She thought. She was already part of the Widow’s Club and she was already CEO of the Holloway Group; there was nothing she could do but continue to play the game and find out what other players were hiding.

A cruel sort of poetry, considering what she’s walking into. I turn away before she can sense me watching. The castle’s corridors stretch ahead, whispering secrets in languages that are older than Nyxara herself. I have a script to follow, meet the players, play the fool, let a warrior guide them to their doom. Pretend I’m one of them until they start dying. But my wolf, Alister, keeps glancing back through the glamour. He is restless. The Game begins at sundown, which means I have a few hours left to remind myself what happens when I start to care. I’ve broken that rule before, and the price still stains these walls.

The woman who, according to village whispers, once worked for the Blackwell family… and vanished decades ago. I touched the cover. It was cold—unlike the warm board above it. Opening it, the first page was covered in tight, slanted handwriting in black ink, fading at the edges. > This book is not for the eyes of outsiders. If you are reading it, you are already part of the game. I swallowed hard. Game? My eyes skimmed further. The pages were full of what looked like prophecies, some crossed out, some marked with sharp X’s.

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Emma later went upstairs to her brother's room. James' room was filled with things that he had insisted on carrying from Mina's place. He adores his things and wishes to take them with him wherever he goes. Emma faked a gasp seeing the room. On the bed, the blankets were covered by plushies and coloring books while color packs were laid on the nightstand unevenly. Mina had spoiled him a lot. Emma began to organize her brother's belongings. She placed the plushies on the bed, and neatly stacked the coloring books and packs on the nightstand. When she finished, she stood back and felt a warm wave of nostalgia wash over her.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s