Amari And The Great Game Novels & Stories

If they are still worrying about her blood being a subject of evil desires, she feel very confident with the serum Amari made for here. Just when she confided to Amari about what she is going to do to save them, Amari was already exalting after finding the formula that makes her blood ordinary. After numerous failure, at last, Amari had found it. Though it was only for a span of time that they don't know how long, Maridelle hopefully clings to the silver lining that her blood would be of no use to their enemy until the back up saves them.

Amir had a lot of wine during and after the wrestling contest, for some weird reasons he was so happy. He hadn't been this happy in a very long time, a large part of him agreed that Amira played a huge part in his happiness. It been a while since he let a woman so close to him. Amir hardly needed them around he only sort for the new slaves who haven't been touched by any of his men , to satisfy his sexual urges and hands them over to his friends Kamur and Fatu, especially Kamur he was insatiable and never said no too female slaves.

Athea screamed and left while pushing the wheelchair for her sister. "The game will begin soon. Let me see who you all side on when I start as a queen." Diana's evil laugh filled the hall. —--------- (In Vincenzo's room) His unhappiness was evident on his face. As Rachel entered the room, she dodged two pillows that were to hit her on the face. The dressing table was upside down. "Vince stop this please." She pleaded. "No, I won't." Vincenzo threw the glass vase towards Rachel but quickly jumped in to save her when he realized his mistake.

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

Tonight felt different. It felt scary. "I was not lying, " I said softly. "You do not understand" Before I could finish Kieran Blake grabbed my wrist. Pulled me close. Too close. I could feel how angry he was and his grip hurt. "You are mine, Amara " he said, his voice low and calm but really scary. "Every smile every word, every breath." I felt a chill go down my spine. There was that word again. Belong. Not love.

she shouted and then threw the jug at me. I held my head, gasped in pain. I looked at my hand, it had my blood on it. By the time I raised my head. Amara was gone. My eyes widened. I ran out of the room like a crazy man in towels. Barefooted. Around the area. Just like that. She had come from the stare up my live and disappeared just as quickly as she appeared. “AMARA!!!” I screamed into the empty dark streets. Before I broke down completely in tears.

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

The heartbloom reacts, its glow flaring so bright it blinds me for a second. When my vision returns, Dax is staring at me. Not the corrupted half-laughing thing he became. Just him. “Aria,” he whispers. “Run.” And then the shadow surges back into him. His head snaps violently upward. He smiles, slow and hungry. “No,” he purrs. “No running.” The vines release their hold around the heartbloom’s pedestal with a snap, shifting, forming a perfect circle around the clearing. A fighting ring. A killing ring. The Game’s intention is clear.

“You’re right. I don’t.” “Then what do you want?” He poured himself a drink from a crystal decanter on the table, the ice clinking softly. “You were Moretti’s girl.” I flinched at the name before I could stop myself. “Not anymore,” I said sharply. “I know.” He took a slow sip, watching me over the rim of the glass. “That’s what makes this interesting.” “I’m not interested in your games.” “I’m not playing a game, Amara. Dante threw away something that belonged to him, and in this world, that means opportunity.”

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.