Ben Drowned The Game Novels & Stories

My heart slammed wildly, my hand clenching the bedsheet tight under the blanket. What was he doing? Damn it, just kiss me already! I held my breath, not daring to open my eyes. However, my lashes trembled. The next moment, his hand left. The room fell deathly silent. All I could hear was the hammering of my own heart. After a while, the door clicked shut, and Leon was gone. Slowly, I opened my eyes, my gaze sharp and clear. The game has begun, Leon.

I feigned relaxation and was just about to speak when Lloyd ran over, like a shark smelling blood. Worked up, he pointed at me and Wendy, then said to the reporters, “Can you believe them?! They’re actually cheating in public! Take their photos! Wendy Clark won’t be able to hide this!” He sounded really excited, and his features were twisted, which made him look like a monster. However, the cameras trained on me turned to Lloyd, taking him by surprise. Just as he wondered whether they had been bought over, Wendy slapped him in the face, stunning him so much that he found himself unable to react.

It was bliss. It was already past 6 p.m. when we got to the location. ‘A park? That’s your special place?’ ‘I mean, everyone goes to a park or has been to parks uncountable times.’ ‘Relax, Evans. You’re so impatient. We’ve not even gotten to the best part yet. Come on.’ He dragged me by my hands and ran into the field. He literally took me to the visual gaming section, where we had to compete with each other.

"Emma, let's not ever meet again in the next life." Emma finally panicked. "Vince, no!" I turned around and leaped. Down on the ground floor, Bernadette—who had been hiding there smoking a cigarette—stared in stunned horror as I plunged down and landed right in front of her.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

The substitute for the captain replaced his spot and we got ready to play again. “You're so dead,” Dwayne mouthed. I ignored him and focused on the whistle. It came and the game continued. The sweat dripled down my skin and so did my vitality. I scored the points, and again with the crowd cheering. Dwayne was fuming now, his eyebrows furrowed at me before he looked away. Then, it was the third quarter. We played with every strength in our body. Dwayne made a fowl aiming at me, but hit James instead. James nose bled and I rushed to help him up.

I muttered, earning a grin from him. The bottle spun across the ground, clinking against glass and dirt until it stopped in front of a short girl with silver hair. She chose “dare.” They made her climb on her boyfriend’s bike and howl like a wolf. Everyone roared with laughter. Next was a tall, dark-skinned guy named Rex. He picked “truth.” Drew, the guy that orchestrated the game, smirked. “Is it true you cried when you lost to Zayne in the last race?”

Daniel asked. “Well because it's my comfort tool, I can't go anywhere without it, you see,” she responded as she gave puppy dog eyes. “By the way, the suits actual qualified for this game even after the tragic news of the death of Matteo, you see, also the bears for some weird reason,” Nola stated “Oh so that means the Grey's, Bears, Blades, Suits and we the Darkwood are the ones playing this game ?” I asked. “Yep, that's what it seems like dear,” she responded in a sarcastic tone.

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.

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool