Amari And The Great Game Novels & Stories

I want to punch him in his pretty-boy face when he wiggles his brow and says, “And he brought us a beautiful girl. I feel like the luckiest sod in the world.” I ignore his comment and clear my throat. “Everyone, this is Amara.” I hold out a chair for her and say, “You already know Carrick, Haley, and Mikhail. Nevaeh is Mikhail’s girlfriend, and across the way at the head of the table is my foster dad Alex.” Alex waves good-naturedly and says, “Nice to meet you, Amara.” Then I point to Azazel. “And this British dick is Azazel.” Azazel tips an imaginary hat and winks. “It’s big British dick to you, wanker.”

“You think this is all a joke? You attacked Chiara and you--” “Because I wanted her to fight.” Amari gets up and tries to clear motion the women to go away. Surprisingly, even though they’re visibly dumbfounded, they all go back to their rooms wordlessly. “I wanted to see what she will do.” She turns to me. “You still need a lot of training, girl. You would need to stay for that.” “So all of that was just a ploy to get me to stay?” I ask in numb shock.

“NO... NO please don't kill them… I… I choose both!!! I CHOOSE BOTH! Amore screamed. “Your time is up Amore. What a shame…You know, I expected better of you, how disappointing… well game over… you lose.” Carter looked with disappointment at Amore then pulled the trigger shooting Clara in the head. Clara's eyes shot open, then blood started pouring out of the hole the bullet made, her lifeless body fell over to the side. “NOOO,” Amore screamed while tears run down her face. “How… how… are you mental?” Amore screamed at Carter.

But as she witnessed the power and influence that could be wielded by those who played the game well, she knew that she could not afford to stay on the sidelines. With each passing day, Amari found herself drawn deeper into the web of intrigue that surrounded her. She made alliances with powerful figures in the political world, using her charm and intelligence to win their trust and loyalty. She traded favors, made backroom deals, and manipulated events to further her agenda—all while carefully concealing her true intentions from those around her.

‘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.

Not to mention the fact that if I understood my brother's note correctly, he may know something about, or even be an accomplice to, Axel's abuse. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amaris," the Alpha says, grinning at me. Then, his eyes go to his son. At Kenton's nod, he turns to the people of his pack. I Look from the two men before me, then turn my attention to the men and women who are standing before the three of us, trepidation creeping in as I watch them lower their heads at the three of us as if I'm someone important to them along with the two men standing next to me. "Everyone, I would like to introduce to you Kenton's mate and the future Luna of our pack, Amaris Redding."

Nico was nowhere to be seen and everyone was enjoying themselves to the fullest. Well,it won't hurt to drink a glass of wine.Nicholas is not around to watch me…It won't hurt too to make friends. I looked at the brown haired boy and took the glass from his hands and he smiled broadly at me. He sat across from me,"I'm Nomani,sorry I didn't introduce myself."He said and I nodded at his words. "I'm Amara."I introduced myself too.He raised his glass in the air and we cheered.I took a sip of the drink.It tasted bitter but soothing on the throat because of it's coldness.

Right across the street, a massive digital billboard was broadcasting a live feed of Tom’s birthday. He stood there like a prince surrounded by stars, accepting luxurious gifts from everyone. Aria, blushing beautifully, presented him with a South Chesterford diamond worth hundreds of millions. Absolute despair consumed me. My lips twitched into a final, hollow smile, and I slowly closed my eyes. Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the air. Warm blood instantly splattered across my face, and a heavy coat was gently draped over my shoulders. My eyes snapped open, locking onto a stunningly beautiful face. "It’s you... You really came for me..."

She was surprisingly pretty easy to talk to, and so every other talk flowed easily with her. “You cannot be serious.” The words leave my mouth in what had to have been bafflement. And now, she was building what happened to be a very colorful, and unnerving looking cocktail with whatever drink she found. She shoots me a smirk. “Don’t be a debby downer, Amara. Weren’t you ever rebellious?” “Rebellious and Vitale don’t exactly go together,” I leaned further on the counter. “Are you sure this is safe?” She stirred it once more before grabbing two cups with a grin. I should have known there was no getting out of it. After pouring out two glasses, we sat by the island.

“Fine. But keep an eye on her. And Matteo?” I look up, meeting his gaze. “Don’t underestimate her fire. It’s always the ones with fire who burn you the worst.” I nod once, standing and heading for the door. As I leave, his words linger in my mind, heavier than I want them to be. Amara Cerulli might have fire, but she’s not going to burn me. She’s not going to win. This is my game, and I don’t lose.