Resultados para "The Game" en Gótico

After an eviction notice and one too many apple martinis, I wake, stripped bare and alone in a cell. No, wait, not alone. My evil garbage fire ex, Andrew, who suggested he’d let me stay with him “for a price” is here, too. He’s the whole reason I lost my job. My head is throbbing, my vision fuzzy. “Andrew, you piece of… what are you doing?” “Who’s Andrew?” My blood runs cold. That’s not Andrew’s voice. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

Possessed of an extraordinary telekinetic gift - she can make objects burst into flames - Dahlia Le Blanc has spent her life isolated from other people. But just when she thinks she's finally achieved some peace, her world comes crashing down. For a reason she cannot guess, she has become the target of deadly assassins. Suddenly, no place is safe - not even the secret refuge she established long ago. Now she must rely on Nicolas Trevane, a dangerous warrior sent to track her down and protect her.

Trouble’s brewing again as Pete’s hunt for another vampire brings him face-to-face with a rival who hates his guts. Donna, who knows a little too much and takes a little too much pleasure in Pete’s pain, seems one step ahead, and Pete’s dying to know why. When she proposes that he go back into custody of the same gang that nearly killed him once before, he thinks she’s plum crazy. He might be right. But what if her wild plan is the only way to stop them for good? Can he trust someone who clearly wants to watch him suffer?

She's finally under my complete control, yet it's not enough. I hold her body captive but not her heart. She has no money. Nowhere to go. No one to turn to for help. She knows I took everything from her to make her mine, so she fights me at every turn. This began as a game, but she needs to understand that I will do anything to win. Anything. She is my possession. Nothing, and no one, not even her, will keep us apart. One way or another, I'll get what I want. And I want her...all of her.

A man and woman possessed of telekinetic powers. She is the doctor. He is the experiment. What comes between them is a terrifying secret history that could save them or destroy them.

In the game of predator and prey, sometimes the greatest trap is discovering you no longer want to escape. I've always escaped into gaming when reality became too much. As MistressOfMischief, I found freedom behind a screen, building a bond with my online partner, Rogue, that felt more real than most of my relationships. For two years, we shared victories and late-night conversations—I thought I knew him. I couldn't have been more wrong.

Archer Daniels is the biggest flirt at the academy, and he’s determined to have me. Coach Daniels has a history of sleeping with students. Now that I’m in my senior year, he’s determined to add me to the list. I’d rather die than end up another notch in his bedpost. But the man is persistent to a fault. He’s not someone who gives up easily, pushing harder the more I reject him. I fear that Archer will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants. A fear that quickly turns to reality as he digs up dirt about me I don’t want people to know.

The gods chose two unsuspecting players as their pawns in what was suppose to be a simple game of Dark Creatures. A game of dark things from a world gone mad and forgotten gods that play with life and death for their own amusement. The human beings caught up in a contest of good versus evil find themselves not only controlled by forgotten gods, but controlling other lives in a darker more hostile fantasy world.

I used her body like an altar. Now she’s here for confession. I left my past behind. Then she walked into my church. Once, I was Bane Blackwolf—heir to a legacy of blood and sin. A monster in the making. Instead, I chose the cloth over the crown, buried my name, and became Father Blackwood. For years, I was in control of my darker nature. Until her. Moira. The woman with a sinner’s mouth and a body made for worship. The woman who doesn’t know it was me behind the mask that night—me who had her on her knees, begging.

She was my salvation—until she became my destruction. Once, I would have bled for her. Now, I burn for revenge. She and her father didn’t just betray me. They destroyed me. Left me broken, bleeding, crawling my way out of hell. And now, years later, she’s back—wrapped up in a satin bow with a convenient case of amnesia? Nice try, princess. But I don’t believe in fairy tales. I bought her at an auction. Now I own her for a week. Seven days to make her remember exactly who she was to me. Seven nights to make her pay for every lie.