Wicked Game Novels & Stories

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

" Hmph... If you say so." " So, enjoying the party?" Tricia asked again. " Don't know. I'm just sitting down here." Natalie sure knows how to block all chances of being asked personal questions. " How about we play a game? " Celine suggested. " A party isn't fun without its games." " A game. I like the sound of that." Natalie answered. " So what game should we play?" Bella asked. " Oh, I know... Spin the bottle." Tricia piped in. I glanced at Natalie. She didn't seem affected by it. She took a bottle from the table and emptied the contents on the floor and place it on the table.

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.

They said in unison as if they had planned the words in their mouth. I just shrugged and went back to my seat. "What were you discussing with them?" Mark asked, filling my glass with wine. "It's the dumbass fake game they're talking about." I replied, sipping gently from my glass. "Don't say that Clarissa, the game is real." Erick said, taking a seat next to us. When did he come in? "The game is not real! It doesn't exist." I maintained. "The game is real. I did research about it a few days ago and it's scary." Bethel chirped in.

His eyes hinted at amusement, and I raised an eyebrow in question. “Why?” “Have you seen the game?” I shifted my gaze to the screen, taking a few seconds to observe the gameplay demonstration before realizing which game I had chosen. My eyes moved up to the screen, where the name of the game was written. The letters were printed in red with rough edges and a blood-like dripping effect. WEREWOLF HUNTER. “Shoot,” I muttered. I fell silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. Andrew laughed along with me, and we exchanged glances while holding our stomachs, laughing until a tear appeared in the corner of my eye.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

Down here, beneath the acoustic dampeners of the city, the broadcast of Jack’s Pink Seduction magic could not penetrate the heavy steel. The men were awake. And they were terrified. They were massive, heavily muscled "Wild" men, stripped of their shirts, their bodies covered in soot and bruises. They sat huddled in the corners of the iron cages, their eyes darting wildly. They were participants in the Death Game.

The games weren't even supposed to start until 10 pm. As the night went on, the club filled up pretty fast, and by 10 pm we were packed. I had already made $150 just in tips. I loved private party nights. The first game was basically a digital version of rolling a pair of sex dice. One dice had a sex act: lick, kiss, bite, suck, etc. the other had various parts of the male body: ass, cock, balls, mouth, tongue, nipple, etc. The player just pushed the "roll" button and everyone got to see the results on the big screen on the side wall. The first guy rolled lick and nipple. Everyone cheered and he looked around and chose one of the main-stage dancers, Rick.

I sat off to the side, listening to my father's threats, trying to pressure Zach into marrying me. As the person directly involved, I wasn't allowed to speak. Zach remained resolute. "I will not marry Leah." Despite knowing this was all part of the game, hearing those words still struck a chord, a sudden, unexpected pang in my chest. The man before me, cold and proud, stood with a dignity that remained unshaken, even in front of my father. If things had been different, maybe we truly wouldn't marry. At my father's signal, eight bodyguards, all trained fighters, swiftly surrounded Zach.

“…make me want you.” His brows furrowed. “Mistress… are you sure? Why would I make you want me when you don't...?” “It’s a game, silly,” I said sweetly. “Just a little game. If you can make me scream your name, you win. And if I resist… Well… wolves like to be chased, don’t they? I want you to make me go crazy.” The drug was working. His face slackened just slightly. His hesitation was melting.