Dragon Games (Dragons of Estonia #1) Read Online November Sweets

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dragons of Estonia Series by November Sweets

Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)

It’s that time of year once again ladies!
The dragon mating season is upon us!
It’s time for those highborn human women to lie, cheat, claw, and stab their way into a chance at being mated to a dragon.
But something strange has happened this year, it’s not only the high borns that have a chance to win the gauntlet, even the low born like me has a chance to win the prize and the bragging rights.
I’m Daria Littlefoot and I came here for the money and I won’t be leaving without it. Or at least that’s how my day starts out.
By the end of it I somehow find myself shackled to not only one dragon but five. Five pain in the ass dragons that want me just as much as I want them, which is not at all.
Fate is a fickle bitch.
Someone send booze.
I’m going to need it.



“Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?”

Looking around, it’s dark and I can’t see much of where I woke up. It’s scary, and my heart races in my chest. I’m confused, why am I not in my room in our small house?

What happened to me?

A shiver runs through me as I walk barefoot down what looks like an alley. It smells like trash. The cobblestone feels like ice beneath my bare feet, and the mist in the air has already soaked my nightgown, which now clings to me.

I see a light at the end of the alley, and quickly move towards it, while I try to figure out how I got here. Last thing I remember, I was in my bed sleeping after Mommy and Daddy gave me cookies and milk and told me a story.

None of this looks at all like Tranquil, the healing Kingdom. We had dirt streets at home, not cobblestone. It wasn’t as cold there either.

Where am I?

“Mommy? Daddy?” I call again when I reach the street filled with shops.

People hurry past me, trying to get out of the weather. No one stops to help me as I stumble down the street. Even as the rain starts falling harder. Holding my arms tight around my body, trying to stay warm, I continue to wander alone. The only thing warm about me right now are the tears I feel making tracks down my cheeks, mixing with the rain.

“What are you doing out here all alone, little one?” a warm voice says. When I glance up I see a tall man standing in front of me. He has a kind smile, and he’s the first person to talk to me.

He looks like Daddy.

“I’m lost. I can’t find my Mommy and Daddy,” I cry and the man stoops down to my level so that I can see his face more clearly.

“Well, you aren’t going to find them wandering around in the rain. Why don’t I take you home and get you warm and you can tell me all about them?” he suggests and I know that I’m not supposed to trust strangers, but this man doesn’t seem like a bad man, he has a kind face.

If I ask him his name, he won’t be a stranger anymore.

“What’s your name, sir?” I ask.

“My name’s Henry,” he says with a warm smile. “What’s your name, little one?”

“Daria. Daria Littlefoot,” I say with confidence.

“Well, Daria Littlefoot, let’s go home,” he says, picking me up and hugging me close to him. Just like that, I know everything is going to be okay.

Chapter One

‘Fucking shit, Spin!’ I shout through our link.

Flying daggers is not what I signed up for. Is this room booby trapped? I guess I should have expected it, breaking into this house. Especially considering how anal the Herringtons are about keeping their wealth safe. Stuck up bastards almost got me killed. Glancing at the blades embedded into the wall behind me with wide eyes, I silently curse Spin for picking this dusty room as my entrance.

Please tell me no one heard that.

Answering my silent plea, another thunderclap booms outside. Without this raging storm, I would have been caught by now and taken to the dungeons. My less than stealthy entrance would have given me away for sure. Even the thought of being hauled off to the dungeons sends a shiver down my spine as I lie prone on the floor, waiting. The rumors I’ve heard about that place would make anyone leery of visiting. Lucky for me, the weather is turning out to be a blessing. I’m not saying that Spin could somehow predict the weather, but it looks like we made it here right on time.

‘You had to pick the room with all the sharp objects just lying around, didn’t you?’ I accuse Spin, my snapdragon ‘guardian’ or so he tells me, as I push my temporary black hair out of my face.

He lands in front of me, his wings slowly flapping, but still no sound comes from him. When he gives me the stink eye, I know something smart is going to come from him. I watch as his scales ripple and change from the dusky green to a midnight black as they blend in with the darkness. Even after all this time, I’m still amazed by how he does that, not that I would tell him that. It would go straight to his head.