Wreck Game Novels & Stories

"The Vesper persona isn't a game. It’s a shadow network that currently holds the decryption keys to every single asset Thorne Industries owns. If I don't check in with my broker in exactly twenty minutes, an automated script drops your entire architecture into the open market." A slow, terrifyingly beautiful smile curved his lips. It wasn't the smile of a businessman threatened with ruin; it was the smile of a monster that had finally found a worthy hunt. "Let it drop," Malakai murmured, his thumb slowly tracing the frantic pulse point on my pinned wrist. "Let the whole empire burn to ash, Aria. I can rebuild a corporate structure in a fiscal quarter. I can’t rebuild six months of losing my

I assumed that it was just a forced marriage and they weren't in love, but they always look so happy together that it makes me feel sick. Today is going to be the usual again, with them chatting and laughing about the wedding. I'm going to have to pretend again and keep my alcohol intake low. Just as I finish with my sundress, a knock on the door startles me. I open it to see Wren staring at me with a smile. “Hey,” She greets. “Umm... hi?” She hands me a shopping bag. I feel my gut twist when I see my dress from last night alongside my underwear that he had ripped out of me. “What...”

Everything. “Fuck!!” he shouted, the sound echoing off the walls. He turned and swept his arm across the table, sending the whiskey tumbler, a stack of hard drives, and a framed photo crashing to the ground. His chest heaved, breath coming in short, wild bursts. He had spent years building this. Sleepless nights, dirty deals, ruthless choices. All of it just to survive—no, to win. He was never meant to lose. Never meant to be caught with his back against the wall.

“I know you’re her mate, but you want to take her back to Snow Creek so soon?” Jaedon nodded. “I fear a war is starting.” My mother looked down at her hands, where she was turning her wedding ring on her finger. “You’re right.” I was confused. Mother continued. “When your father and I married, there were many threats made to us. However, Alpha of Snow Creek and Alphas of many other packs were our allies or just indifferent. This was the first marriage they had seen of an Alpha and an original. No one was as upset as they are now. When we married, there weren’t too many daughters of Alphas that your father could choose and I was his destined mate for a reason. People were angry, but it was wh

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

We dashed inside. It was the holding space of the mortuary refrigerator with two rows of stainless steel cadaver storage units. A pale emergency green light shone on the storage unit doors. At the end of the corridor was a third door. It was a walk-in mortuary refrigerator with a metal stick stuck through the handles in a deadlock. I ran forward to pull out the metal stick, but my fingers were covered with blood, and my grip was slippery.

He did not know how he could explain it to me. When Gary still had not nodded after a long while, Quinn grew anxious. "Which blind idiot is bidding against me?! Honey, I don't care! So many fans are watching! You can't ruin the mood." When the fans in the livestream saw that they had not placed another bid for so long, they began to suspect that the two of them were simply faking their wealth and scamming for views. By then, the wedding dress had already been pushed to an astronomical price of seven hundred and twenty thousand dollars.

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.