Wicked Game Novels & Stories

Whitney’s voice rang out. She rose from her seat gracefully, her calculating smirk etched firmly on her face. “I suggest we play a little game,” she said, her voice sweet yet laced with mischief. Lucas perked up beside me, intrigued. “What kind of game?” he asked. Whitney held up a hand, signaling the attendants nearby. Within seconds, a deck of shimmering Moon Cards appeared. My stomach twisted. “Moon Cards,” she said simply, holding the deck up. “Partners draw cards in pairs, and their combined points determine the winner of each round. The losers, of course, have to submit to reasonable punishment from the winners.”

“Exactly. Winnie, when does the game start? I can’t wait.” “I can’t believe horror games really exist. I want to see what those entities look like.” Someone else hesitated. “Winnie, is this game really safe? There are so many of us. What if you can’t protect everyone?” Winnie immediately pulled out her phone. “Relax. I’m ranked in the top ten on the player leaderboard. And my boyfriend is a legendary player. Even the entities run when they see him. “I’ll call him over right now. Just relax and have fun.”

She sat like a queen, a smug, triumphant smile playing on her lips. I checked the digital interface on my wrist, hidden beneath my long silk gloves. The decryption code I had pulled from Malakai's drive was primed. With a single tap, I uploaded a localized virus directly into the theater's main server loop. Suddenly, the massive digital display behind the auctioneer flickered violently. The bidding numbers vanished, replaced by a cascading waterfall of bleeding red data. It was the complete history of the Vance syndicate's illegal offshore transactions, human trafficking routes, and corporate fraud—scrolling in full view of the city's most powerful billionaires.

Miranda responded and the cheering from the crowds got louder. "Yes! I like it!" The gay emcee rejoices. "Next from the house of Fiammetta! (Red)" The cheers from their house also load as fuxk, it wasn't surprising since they're one of the strongest. They said once you enter the portal, there's no turning back until the game ends. The only thing she needs is to survive the game, every step they'll make will be seen so she can't be reckless. "Now, let me ask the very first ordinary students who were chosen to play the game." All of them were silent, no one cheered for her but that's okay she hated it though.

he then suddenly giggles, mischievously, “Now you’re going to think about my ass whenever you see this sachet. Brilliant.” Woah, what kind of vicious curse is that? Should I still use this sachet? I am damned. Once we are in the living room, we apply the hydrating facial masks on our faces, and switch on the television with doughnuts in our hands. The show playing on the television is a game show called Wipeout. Victor and I giggle every time when someone slips and falls. “Oh! That looks painful! Ehekhek ehekhek ehek…” Approximately half an hour after we enjoyed the TV show, I suddenly realized something.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Glen insisted. Liezel giggled. “That is cute! You guys should really go for it.” She continued to giggle and was about to walk back to her desk when Glen called her. “Leave me out of your ridiculous plan, Glen.” “Gosh, Liezel, you take the fun outta everything. But that’s not it. Look, I sent you a link to a game that I have been working on,” he said. “Is this House of Terror again?”

"There's no way in hell I'm wearing that." "Are you willing to play for it?" "Play?" He turns around and goes back to the display of adult games. When he returns, he's holding something called "Hang the Cock on the Hunk." It looks like a version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey, only... well, you know. "What do you say?" he asks. His gaze is dark, wicked. "Why would I agree to that?" I say. "If I refuse to play then I don't have to risk anything."

And I'd show that my entry in that game had only one goal: to win. -Put them in that room! *(Play song- Gangsta by Kehlani)* I heard the deep and masculine voice yelling in the background, echoing through the vast space of the abandoned warehouse. I walked slowly into one of the rooms, which was in a much better state than the rooms where the victims of my little game would be in. I heard heavy footsteps in the cold floor right behind me, taking care to serve me. I walked to the center of the huge room, where there was a table with three chairs around, and a small black leather couch; on the left side of the room there was a small counter with an electric coffee maker and bottles of alcoholi

He entered the login information and waited, after a couple of seconds a new screen popped up. PLEASE SELECT: FALKEN’S MAZE BLACKJACK GIN RUMMY HEARTS BRIDGE CHECKERS CHESS POKER FIGHTER COMBAT GUERRILLA ENGAGEMENT DESERT WARFARE AIR-TO-GROUND ACTIONS THEATERWIDE TACTICAL WARFARE THEATERWIDE BIOTOXIC AND CHEM GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR