Wicked Game Novels & Stories

"So your fianceè is innocent after all, Knox. Still, this won't be forgotten so easily." I remembered my earlier words to her. I felt guilty somehow, but the damage is already done. The last game started and this time, we were allowed to shift to our wolf form. It was a different game and I listened to Wolfric's explanation before we entered the arena. "This game is called 'Catching a beast'. The remaining players would be catching rogues that will be released once you are all inside. In order to win this round, you need to capture at least two of them... alive."

“I don't know if that's my thing.” “Neither does mine, we just go there to watch the games and drink champagne, you don't have to take part. Kiki, there's a game called "sexual lady", two players are chosen to move the human board. There are 24 guests to play. Twelve on each side. When one house eats the other…” I put my fingers to my lips in shock and Blanca puts the cup down on the coffee table. “You're fucked there, until you come, in front of everyone”, she says, in low tones.

“Wanna play a game?” “Yeah.” He whispered. My phone rang violently, and rather than letting it ruin the mood, I hurriedly switched it off, without checking the name of who had called me. “So, what was I saying?” I whispered. “A game.” Maverick said, looking a little excited. “I try to guess one thing about you, and if I'm right, you remove a piece of clothing, if I'm wrong, I do that.” I whispered, and he smiled. He was nodding, and looking intently at my face. That was very hot, because there was this sort of admiration in the way he looked at me. It got to me in the best way possible.

It felt possessive. "You're trembling," he noted, his voice rough. "I'm c-cold," I lied. "You're not cold," he countered, his thumb tracing the strap of my nightgown. "You're scared. Of a little noise." "A little noise killed Whiskers," I whimpered, turning my face into his neck. The stubble there grazed my cheek. "Whiskers was a cat," Damian said, his grip tightening. "You're a woman, Skylar. You're stronger than you think."

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.

She was dripping down his balls, trembling on the edge of coming, with her brother just steps away. Alex opened the fridge. The light spilled into the living room, almost reaching them. Ethan’s cock throbbed inside her. He smiled darkly against her neck and slowly rocked his hips once… twice… pushing just a little deeper. Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Would Alex turn around? Would he see his little sister impaled on his best friend’s thick cock? The fridge door started to close. To be continued…

I feigned relaxation and was just about to speak when Lloyd ran over, like a shark smelling blood. Worked up, he pointed at me and Wendy, then said to the reporters, “Can you believe them?! They’re actually cheating in public! Take their photos! Wendy Clark won’t be able to hide this!” He sounded really excited, and his features were twisted, which made him look like a monster. However, the cameras trained on me turned to Lloyd, taking him by surprise. Just as he wondered whether they had been bought over, Wendy slapped him in the face, stunning him so much that he found himself unable to react.

Every stick scattered across the floor was black. I counted them one by one, but there was not a single gold stick among them. The game had always been a lie. The only gold stick I had ever held was the one I painted for my birthday, and Mother had punished me for creating the chance she had denied me since Sofia was born. She had always known I could never win. For years, she watched me practice and blame every disappointment on my terrible luck while she gave Sofia everything.

He whispers almost to himself, takes the joint, and looks back at the horizon, but the frown and slight smile don't quite leave his face. “Let's play a game,” he says. “What sort of game?” “It's called...” Dorian tilts his head as if he is just about to make something up. “Guess my treasure.” “What's that?” “You have three guesses. I have one treasure. Something I want from you. If you guess correctly, you get to keep it.” “Fine.” “First guess.” He walks closer to her. “My name.” “Nope. I already asked. You already decided to either withhold it or lie. No use. I'll find it eventually. Second guess.”