All Chapters of Playing For Ruin : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Karel I couldn't make myself open the door again. My hand stayed on the handle while my feet refused to move. I stood outside the cold counting reasons why I shouldn't occupy the same space as Ferdi. Because how the fuck would I room with that wolf? It was just too ridiculous, weren't there other rooms? Like their other guys right? I thought as I sank to the ground with a deep sigh. To Ferdi, everything is a transaction. Who knows what he'll do to me? I was sure I won't be able to walk for the next three days. Sleeping beside Ferdi sounded more terrifying than sleeping alone in the freezing hallway. Oh Karel, your time is near.The cold sipped into my skin, causing goosebumps on my naked arms. The quiet night wasn't helping either. The team were probably enjoying their beds right now. Not like one pathetic loser sitting outside the cold because he was scared of his alpha roommate. So I stood. Whatever was gonna happen in that room would mean nothing. No matter how I thought a

KarelI thought I was going to feel worse after the incident, but I felt... not that bad.Sometimes accepting fate was just what I could have done the whole time.“Let him do whatever he wants,” I stared at my reflection in the mirror after washing my face for the third time. I'm not gonna beg him or be the guy he could drag by the knees.I was just saying that because there was no feeling attached. No matter what happens, no matter how much he uses me, it doesn't matter anymore.I felt lighter than air.The cheers and roaring from the field ahead made my stomach twist. It was a contrast to the silent hallway. I looked down through the glass walls onto the field. I couldn't deny the fact that I wanted to touch the ball too. My fingers twitched unconsciously. Every pass made my legs itch to move. I caught myself following the game with my eyes, predicting where the ball would go next before it even left someone's foot. My body still remembered every drill, every sprint and every posit

FerdiI felt the knot in my chest that I was choosing to ignore when he'd looked through me. He didn't glare at me or curse me out like he always does.He fucking gave me a cold stare.Damn those emerald eyes. Damn the way he looked at me.It was chilling and annoying.Doesn't he get it?Doesn't he understand how much of a fool he is? People talk about passion, but his was on another stupid level. My chest tightened because he'd looked at the ball longer than he looked at me. That he looked at the ball like something he liked.The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to squeeze him into a corner and hit him till he crumbled under me.I ran into Brandon. His hair was disheveled like he'd run a marathon. I didn't bother asking him what the problem was. I just walked past him, but he stopped me, hands on my shoulders. His eyes searched mine like he kept something there."Coach asked for you. You're supposed to coach the team."My face twisted into something ugly. "I'll go there." I

Karel Trenton don't do it please. Please don't hurt me. I hate the dark. Please. Pain shot through my back, I tried to move but I couldn't. I felt tears in my eyes but I couldn't cry out. Not when Trenton was watching me. “Shh. Make a sound and the head of the belt touches your back again.” I gasped for air, as I crawled to the dark corner in the room.My body felt completely useless. “Trenton,” I called out with a tiny gasp. “Don't destroy it.”My eyes flew open. My chest rose and fell sharply as I searched the room for Trenton. I closed them on impulse and tried opening them in an easier method. I squinted my eyes open, but the pain that shot through my forehead made me wince sharply. What happened to me?I looked around the white walls. The smell of antiseptic and cream told me that I was in a hospital. What exactly am I doing here? I don't remember having any accidents in the field. Then why?White paper flashed in my eyes. The form Gabriel asked me to fill…Wait, where

Karel He was still thinking about sex when his life was at stake. How did his poor brains convince him he was gonna win against a guy thrice his size? I couldn't say more. The words stuck in my throat like bile. Ferdi trudged up to the ring and rolled in like he'd done that many times. I noticed tattooed goons gathering around me. But I didn't care much about any of them at that minute because my whole being and attention was on Ferdi. He stood before Shark like a raccoon in front of a bulldog. It was because of me Ferdi was going to die here. It was all my fault. He wouldn't even be standing in that ring if that man hadn't dragged me into this. He wouldn't be there if he hadn't called me his boyfriend. Ferdi had every reason to walk away, but somehow, he had chosen to stay.