Ark Game Book Novels & Stories

"Let's play." I did tell Regina about an Alaskan king size bed if they decided on something permanent. Being nine feet by nine feet gave you a spectacular area for sleeping three or double teaming a woman. The three of them looked at each other speculatively as they considered the possibilities. It was a lot different poker game than the last one we played. No naked serving slaves, no raunchy shenanigans, nothing but money to be won at the end. Lisa and I sat next to each other. Chen was next to Lisa and Regina sat between Rob and Edward, who was next to me. Despite not having sex slaves serving us, Rob, Edward and Regina were plenty distracted by each other. I could easily have been distrac

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For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

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The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

“I do. What’s your next question?” She checked. “Do you get the Arrow?” “Since I don’t know what that is, it seems safe to assume I don’t.” “It’s the Book of Making You Feel Bad About Yourself. You know, the Spring Well magazine? It’s full of stories about people who are living amazing lives and achieving amazing things while you’re sitting around in your pants playing games.” she paused. “I guess you don’t do that, what with being a billionaire and everything.” “I don’t, no.”

She had sneaked into the library quite a few times before to know the way around it. One after another books appeared, and finally after summoning at least twenty books, she exclaimed, “Finally!” Arthur huffed loudly and moved closer and read the title of the book, “The Bestiary.” “I have read this,” Arthur spoke without any interest. “So, can you tell me what kind of beast are we dealing with here?” Mila asked. Arthur just shrugged.

we cleaned up the scattered fabric samples. "A nautical nursery," Arthur mused, holding up a swatch with tiny whales. "Do you think the baby will feel pressured to become a marine biologist?" "Better than feeling pressured to solve fictional compost murders," I retorted, folding a blanket. He pretended to be wounded. "My legacy is secure. Speaking of which..." He disappeared into his study and returned with a thick envelope. "It's finished." I stared at it. "The book?" "The book," he confirmed, placing it in my hands with a mixture of pride and terror. "The Compost Murders of Cedar Cove. Be gentle. Or don't. But be honest."