Amari And The Great Game Novels & Stories

"Go straight to the point you fucker!" Amara flinched. My eyes snapped back to her and she actually flinched, from the curse word? What the actual... "The wolves are restless, they're eager to see you..." But his voice had somehow trailed away and silenced in my head as I watched her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips remained parted and she looked up at me with a look that was far too pure from eyes that looked so sinfully alluring. She flinched from a curse word.

He’d never let me live it down. It wasn’t that I didn’t want her or find her attractive. In fact, Amara was one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. That dark olive skin that reminded me of melted honey, the green eyes that could call sailors at sea to their death. And those full lips that I couldn’t stop imagining being wrapped around my dick.

says Amari which made us all to burst out a loud laugh. "What? You mean, 'showing your middle finger' stance? You mean that, Amari?" Reese retorted which made Amari nothing but to hold her temper on our boyish friend. "Do you want me to show it to you, bitch?" Amari spat back, her voice filled with her bitchy stance. Reese, on the other hand, made a face. "Just show it to yourself, bitch. I am not interested," Reese directly rejected Amari's offer making latter held back her temper.

Amikat’s POV Everyone applauded us as we stood on stage together, and Arienne never let go of my hand. The sensation was unreal. I’ve held other people’s hands before, been in relationships, but just touching his skin was more than anything I’ve ever felt towards anyone. He looks down at me and smiles, and I hate to say I couldn’t smile back. This man has been so hot and cold with me. I feel like I never know what side I’m going to get. After he’s done making his announcements, he helps me off the stage and trails after me like a lost dog as I head back to Carmen and her friends. “Amikat, wait please, can I talk to you?” I turn around sharply and glare at him.

Probably thought he could buy Amir another drink, take him to a VIP room, and fuck his throat till he makes him cry, then bend him nasty over a table, maybe even across one of the thick velvet sofas, make him scream his name whilst he left his mark across his delicate skin. But what he didn't know was this: It was all just a fucking game, and the only losers are the ones who don't even know they're playing. And Amir Roswell plays the game the deadliest of them all, maybe even worse than Alexander and Nikolai, because he enjoys the pain, half in love with the sting. "Baby, I'm not a tease, but if you wanna fuck me you gotta get permission, and Boss don't like to share." Amir grins and lets hi

Even Emilio, who’s the buffiest of the guys, couldn’t escape the watchful eyes of the game master. There’s a gruesome punishment waiting for anyone who loses. They are betting money, cars, and as for now, the punishment is to finish the juice made by Anita and Claudia. The liquid inside the tall glass, a cross between brown and green, looks inedible. Only those two know what they put in there, but I don’t want to find out. Emilio, who lost in the dart game against Menandro is as green as the grass beneath our feet. I feel pity for the big guy.

Amari addresses Codi directly in a sweet, warm voice. My normally outgoing niece pokes one eye out from my shoulder, then goes back to hiding her face with a giggle. "This is my niece, Codi. Our Betas, Milo and Lenora's daughter," I shift Codi's weight on my hip to get her to look at Amari, "Codi, this is my sister. Her name is Amari. Can you say Amari?" Codi peeks out from my shoulder again at Amari, then quickly pulls her head back to my shoulder. Making all of us chuckle.

I froze in shock then lifted my eyes to Rebecca in anger before folding the paper again " It's easy Amelia, leave Gale for me and I will give you your job back " She whispered and I looked up at her, I couldn't be surprised at all cause let's be serious. In this country power and money do the ruling. But I can't lower my self to beg like that especially now that I know am far richer than her, with a smile I replied words that I know won't allow her to sleep at night "You're far outdated Rebecca, am not that Amelia Rose that can beg any more but the one that's going to destroy every inch of you " And with that I turned to the other side and lay down.

"I don't recognize anyone here, darling. It's called a masquerade ball for a reason." The handsome bartender came back to us and handed us our drinks. "A margarita for the lady and a martini for the gentleman." "Thank you," I murmured, immediately taking a sip of the margarita. "So, care to introduce yourself?" Ivan asked flirtatiously. I rolled my eyes at him. "Amari Vasilios, you dumbass." This time it was Ivan's turn to be taken aback. He sat there, staring at me, completely and utterly shocked when he heard my name. His eyes widened and the look on his face was priceless. "Amari, is this you?"

I reached out to touch it but once my hand made contact with it, I felt an intense electric jolt radiate through out my body. "You cannot leave," She smiled, enjoying my predicament. "What is this?" I stared at the Amari wondering what she wanted from me. "When she wakes up from the slumber, it'll be survival of the fittest. One of you will have to kill the other to survive." She explained. "What, no!" I yelled desperately but it was as though it sounded like music to her ears. "And whichever of you survives, I'll finish off myself," Amari declared and walked away.