Ark Game Book Novels & Stories

Crowding the room, then two men in black stood beside him, and before they could reach for him, he raised his hand. “Fine, I'm coming” he lifted himself and went out of the office. Kolein noticed the book again and shook his head. The book title was HOW TO RAISE A FIERCE CROCODILE. With a creased on his forehead, Aru slid the USB back to his pocket and went with them. “Why do we have to take them? Aren't we look like some bad guys with bad omen? I think two is enough, this much is a problem.” Aru said, upon realizing a parade of black suits behind them, and Kolein agreed with him mentally.

Sometimes our arms rub but its not the same. After ten minutes or so, Parker takes out a book. Hannah flips a few pages and shakes her head. “That’s a bit advanced for me. Even Scarlett’s books had really big words,” she says, closing it. I peer over to see what she’s got. “The Royal Guard of The Moon Goddess.”

"Oh my God, where should I start?" 'Mine is happy,' Ash whispered, and Duncan’s lips twitched slightly—barely. "Come with me," Duncan gestured, leading her further inside. "Oh my! Is that what I think it is?" Arianna gasped at the sight of a dark green leather-bound book—one she would recognize anywhere. "You know it?" Duncan arched a brow. "Yes, of course!" She tried to reach for it, but she wasn’t tall enough, so Duncan helped her. "Thanks," she smiled at him, then looked down at the book. "The Ballads of the Ancients."

That seemed to amuse the old woman if not delight her and she let out a bark of laughter, moving back to the seat she had been sat in moments before and gestured to both younger women to sit as well. "Open the window," Dagmar motioned to her niece as she pulled a packet of cigarettes from the pocket of her grey cardigan and fished a cigarette out. "Might as well get comfortable, this might be a long story." "Story is one way to describe it." Ursula grumbled as she reluctantly opened the window to let cool winter air in. "It's a myth that werewolves used to tell their pups at bed time." "But don't all myths come from some kind of truth to begin with?" Chloe asked curiously.

"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.