Wicked Game Novels & Stories

"I win." I try to escape his grasp but his embrace only tightens. "You…you cheater. Let me go." I writhe. He chuckles, and the sound makes deep vibrations on his chest, tickling me. "How does it feel now? Your little game didn't go as planned sweetheart?" I squirm and can't help but laugh. "Ugh, Liam." I groan and finally surrender. "Say it, say you give up." "Never." This is it, our stubbornness at a crossroads.

She froze, listening to her own feelings. The approximate purpose of the "rubbish" added to the wine, I quickly realized. As proof of my suspicions, Vadim managed to come quite close. An unhealthy gleam in his gray eyes blazed with anticipation. The werewolf bared his teeth again in a semblance of a smile, and then with one sharp movement grabbed the waist, pulling on himself. The most disgusting thing in all this is that I caught a response inside myself, demanding to continue the close contact of our bodies further.

"Hey, if you don’t want to know about your brother, don’t ask." "Now why would I want to be in this game if I can’t ask the fun questions?" She finished shuffling and dealt the cards, and once more he caught the smirk. She had a point. This game could take any direction, which is what made it fun. "Game is 5 card stud, one-eyed Jacks wild." He couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course, she would pick the hardest game with the less freakin’ wilds. He pulled his cards up and looked them over, rather surprised to see them. A three-of-a-kind wasn’t bad when one was playing stud. He placed his bet and grinned to himself as she debated her own before taking up his bet.

I suspiciously look at the contract before picking it up and slowly reading the clauses. The game? the contract is about his game? It is called Seduction, wait what? "what is the game called again?" I asked him in disbelief. "No questions until you read the whole thing" He's got to be kidding me, no question until I finish the dumb thing. What does he think of himself? I grab the paper tightly and continued reading the part. I can't do anything except waiting. In this game, each party has to seduce the other in an attempt to win the game. Whoever manages to seduce the most time will be the winner, the loser on the other hand has to do everything the winner demands.

But then I see something flashing through his eyes I can't decipher. "Hey, while you two nearly fucked on the dancefloor, we decided we need some games." Justin announces. This is no different from any other party, of course there are these games. Wonder which one we are playing. "You in Joe?", Evans asks. "Sure, we're on a fucking party, right?" "I'm in too", Jake adds quickly. "Ok, we are playing suck and blow first", Justin tells us. Fuck!!! I am so screwed. I am sat right between Jake and Evans during this game.

His response was a dull smile but inside, his thoughts were darker than the words he let slip. “If you’re playing me, Amira… if this is all some game, if you’re the snake Rhea claims you are… I’ll cut the smile off your lips before you ever use it against me again. And I’ll bury you so deep in the ground no one will ever whisper your name.”

"Then the voting rights stay in limbo and we spend the next seventy years married but unable to actually work together. Is that what you want?" "No." "Then what do you want?" "I want you to stop treating me like a chess piece."

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.

his voice came in a whisper this time and she gasped. “I need you Jennifer,” he said with puppy eyes. “It’s Jenna," she corrected. “I don't care” he whispered again and she sighed frustratingly. Can today be any better for her? “What do you need me for?” she asked, losing her patience. “Impersonate my bride for the next one year” Bryan released the bombshell and Jenna didn't only gasp, her eyes widened broadly. “What?!!”

“I guess they’ve already started, huh? And it’s only the first day. Then again, it’s to be expected.” I frowned. “Started what?” Tessa tilted her head. Her lips curved, but there was no humor in her smile. “The game,” she said. A breeze rustled the banners hanging from the stone posts. In the distance, the students looked like gods and monsters. “There’s a system,” she continued. “Every werewolf plays the game at Elite—whether they admit it or not. And there are only three ways to earn points: strength, intellect, and... sex.” I blinked, trying to process it. “Sex?”