Chris Isaak Wicked Game Lyrics Novels & Stories

My voice was so soft that it almost sounded like I was talking to myself, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly. "The last group died too quickly. This time, I'll take it slow and make it fun." Jessica's instincts were sharp. She clearly sensed something was wrong. She took a step back and watched me warily. "What kind of game are you playing?" I cocked my head and put on an innocent tone. "I'm not playing anything. Didn't you say you were going to cut off my arms and legs? Go ahead!" The redness in my eyes spread slowly. Even my fingertips were trembling with excitement.

Jake I smirked at him. “Sounds like you’re afraid of losing to me.” Chris turned pale for a second, then recovered his swagger. “I’m winning this bet, and I’m going to roast you about it all year long during rotations.” We waited for Lila to come back from the bathroom, and when she did, we started a new game.

Jonny locks eyes with me, “lil' baby in her bag, in her Birkin. No nine to five put the work in. Flaws and all, I love 'em all. To me, you're perfect! Baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl. You got it, girl, you got it, girl! I don't wanna play no games, play no games. Fuck around, give you my last name. Know you tired of the same damn thing. That's okay 'cause baby, you-“. I know I’m probably so red right now, so I don’t dare look away from Jonny as Liam sings the chorus. But as the next hook starts, Jonny pulls me flush against his body and wraps his arm around the back of me at my waist the way he does when we sing Love Lies. Our gaze is locked onto each other as he starts to sing

What the heck am I supposed to do? If you thought I was bad, you should have heard Mona and her new boy toy. They didn’t care who knew that they were getting it on in the sheets. Their moans were literally echoing off the damn cave walls. Brax and I just looked at each other and busted out laughing. I was crying from laughing so hard. “Someone turn on some music, PLEASE!” Brax said. Everyone laughed when the song Wicked Games came on. Thank Goddess for Mona and her sexy escapades. It really helped to dissolve the awkwardness between Brax and I.

She yanks her hand from my grip, and leans to my ear, whispering in a tone that even I struggle to capture. "Welcome to this game, and good luck! I swear you'll regret all the humiliations you've put me and my daughter through, bitch!" The ringing of her devilish tone fades in my ear, and like judas the traitor, she kisses my cheek before marching out with a triumphant smirk! The she-Judas! The devil incarnate! A dog in a sheep's clothing! A Game!? What game? And what is it that we are gambling on? "Babe?" I turn to Damian as he speaks, my face all plastered with a coat of confusion. "Are you okay?"

Cheat on me, and I can kill you without leaving a mark. Isaac's lips twitched. He slowly smiled and said adoringly, "I know you can do it, but you'd become a widow yourself.." "I'll just get me some pretty boy." "No one's prettier than me." "Then I'd get a ugly one. As long as it's a man…" Isaac abruptly wheeled on her, staring darkly at her. Irene met his stifling gaze and reared her chin. "Cheat on me, and I'll cheat on you—"

“I’ll use her for my own game. She’s the key to destroying Nicholas. And once I do that, I’ll make sure he never recovers. I’ll rip him apart, piece by piece.” Isaac’s body jerks as Adrian pulls the knife from his chest, only to slam it back in again, deeper this time. Isaac screams, his voice hoarse from the agony. He can barely stay conscious, the pain becoming unbearable. His hands tremble, and he reaches for the blade, trying to pull it out, but Adrian holds him steady, mocking his every attempt.

My eyes flick back to Chris, who is standing at the threshold of the door, watching me with an amused smile. "Too bad you're a mutt. You've got good instincts when they're not diluted." He rolls his eyes dramatically before kicking the foot of the crying man who lies between us. "Do you remember the last time you tried to fight against me?" His voice is sinister and slow as he says each word. He knows mind games well, but I know what he is trying to get at. "Hard to forget," the words leave my lips with their own stained poison on them. They earn a vile laugh from Chris as he stalks closer to me.

Hyce replied. "Thanks for putting the mad man in his place, but i still stand on my words. I'm not gay" Isaac said, and Hyce narrowed his eyes over the blinking red lights in front of the club. "You look cuter tonight, I might just have to resume from where that man stopped" he muttered seriously. "Meaning?" Isaac covered himself with his arms. "I'll rape you" Hyce replied. "Wh...what are you talking about...don't follow me!" Isaac rushed off quickly, and Hyce grinned, his eyes following him as his chin dimple appeared again.

“Simple. I want you.” My hand reacted before my mind did—smack! My palm left a red print across his face. “You bastard.” He clutched his cheek, eyes wide. “Are you insane? That’s how you thank me?!” “You were scheming something disgusting.” “What?!” He threw his hands up. “I wasn’t trying to get in your bed, damn it! I was going to say I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” I froze. “What?” He smirked, recovering his composure. “Relax. I don’t want your virtue. Just your cooperation. There’s a game I need you to play with me, Isabella.”