Wicked Game Novels & Stories

"Julia mentioned an auction after the game." "I will display them and sell off their use after the game. It's where Lisa's vagina and ass will be sold. We don't take the time for sex during the game; only two minutes of oral pleasure after each hand. The players can bid on them with their poker winnings only and the proceeds go to charity as I'm not whoring them out." Gwen took a deep breath, thinking briefly. "I don't want to join your little menagerie on a permanent basis, but I'd like to come to next Thursday's game as a red silk slave."

The only reason I miss it is because I liked flirting and feeling wanted. My eyes catch Matteo's stare, and I wonder if he knows Pia likes him. He must know, he's smart and self-centered. I smile to myself. Isabella proceeds to explain the rules of the game, and we play it for a while until people get bored and stop paying attention. I tell Isabella to buy the expansion pack for the game because the other levels look interesting and it only costs $5. "Isabella, who do you think gets more hammered at parties? Vinnie or Matteo?"

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This time it came from Victor. She knew she shouldn't expected anything from him but... his sudden whim to agree did felt like a stab to her chest. "Should we play a simple game of cards?" Victor continued casually as though he wasn't discussing a wager involving another person's blood. "Whoever is left with the Joker loses." "Oh! A game where lies and trickery will win," someone chirped excitedly. "Sounds interesting but wouldn't that be too difficult? I wonder if it would even be possible considering how the Young Duke is extremely proficient at keeping a poker face."

The rich sound filled the car and seeped beneath my skin, where it transformed into a bloom of pleasure. "You truly come up with the most flattering comparisons." His dry tone contrasted with the sparkle in his eyes. My stomach swooped like l'd just plunged down the slope of a rollercoaster. The sight of a laughing, unguarded Dante was utterly catastrophic for my ovaries. "It's a talent I honed growing up." I tried to focus past my body's unwilling and, frankly, annoying reaction to a simple laugh. "During boring social events, my sister and I played agame where we had to come up with a good animal comparison for each guest. Alice Fong was a rabbit because she only ate salads and was constan

I was done arguing and wasting my time on nuisance like him so If they wanted him in, then so be it but I wasn’t going to let him breathe easily. Tonight was the Ritual Game. It was set in the thick gory woods where dark nightmares came to feast and it's a place where the air reeked of rotten leaves and where the trees swayed like silent witnesses to the sins that was committed beneath their branches. It was a rollercoaster of fear, blood, and pain, one of my favorite things.

she said, extending her hand. I pulled her close to me, her sweet and addictive scent hitting me like a sucker punch. She tilted her face up to mine, brushing her fingers along the back of my neck, that smirk still teasing her lips. “You ready?” She whispered, never looking away. “Let’s go, my fake girlfriend,” I growled, tightening my grip around her waist. If she thought she was the only one who knew how to play dangerous games, she had another thought coming. Two can play this game.

“Why do I always need to be part of your psychotic games? Even when you killed Jerek, you forced me to bury his body. I am your friend, a damn student in the Wolves Academy, yet you turned me into a murderer.” “Are you refusing?” “No, of course not.” He walks over to them. As he unties Ridcliff and Larisa and forces them into a glass box, I take out a cigarette from the pocket of my pants and blow a soft puff in the dim silence. He throws two daggers inside. “Choose one.” I command. Passing each other a glance, slightly reluctant, they choose the dagger. Both of them are anxious about their choice. “Start the game. Stab each other.”

“Toying with you? Why? I do not know you in the first place for you to say that I am teasing you. Besides, I wanted to suggest that I could be the one right now that could introduce a game to you. He draws a cunning smile, indirectly answering those hidden questions that Winona has. In the end, accepting the challenge and ends up drawing a sinister smile from within. With all of those taunting words, JK decided to play a bit more, or not. He couldn’t distinguish, yet he is delighted to know. But perhaps he already did. It is just he is playing with the facts and now playing his own game. “Can you recognize something if it is only through words?” “What do you mean?” “This is the game?” “The g

Tasha said to Damian who stood beside her. “Its a game played between witches, a series of questions you cannot get the answers wrong, the players decide what would be the stake and the loser must pay even if it is with his life, his death will be immediate and swift because it would be a blood oath between players. And in this case what is at stake is the life of the loser” Damian said and other turned to look at him too apart from William who already knew what it was. “Is it the truth?” Randall said to William and when he nodded his head in a positive answer, their chests sank down to their belly.