Best Public Domain Plays Novels & Stories

I didn’t even realize I’d nutmegged him until the whispers started. Great. First day, and I just murdered one of the best player’s pride on public display. What else can you mess up, Phoenix?

"I doubt it. I can easily make you fall for me and just as easily break your heart." "Wanna bet?" Cleo asked, her eyes twinkling. "I'm listening." "Let's see... Whoever falls in love with the other before the hotel is completed has to admit it publicly on live TV and quit playing and their favorite hobby for a...year. Deal?" "Deal!... Get ready to be played Miss Reynolds." "On the contrary, you're about to be played, Mr. Simmons. Played real good." She said shaking my hand. I smiled. Let the games... BEGIN! T B C

Jack nodded in understanding. "I... Was a playboy". Daniel started with a deep sigh. "There was no one in the university, spared from me. I was a Bi. Interested in both girls and boys. In school, in our neighborhood. One night stands. I would never remember their names or even faces. My friends, or I should better say my enemies, they had their eyes and ears all over the places. New transfer. New admissions. Best in any faculty. It was all fun for me. But yes I never imposed myself on anyone. It’s another issue that I never needed to.

Every night, Alexa and Chris communicated and with the news she was hearing, Alexa realized how close to death she was and it scared her. Clues, Chris had asked for clues that could help them but she didn't know what to tell him...till now. She remembered the day before when Morty was telling her how much he enjoyed playing on the merry go round, or as he called it, the round swing and there's only one playground with that ride in their area, Tim's playground. That night she tried to talk to Chris but she couldn't for some reason. Maybe Josie found out and blocked their communication somehow, but she couldn't get through to him.

A shadow moving in the war of titans. By the time we left the Vaughn estate, the rain had returned in torrents. The streets were slick, neon reflecting in puddles like blood on glass. “You did well,” Adrian said quietly, his hand brushing mine as he handed me the folder of evidence. “Better than I expected.” I looked at him, chest heaving, mind spinning. “It’s not over. Amelia… my stepmother… they’ll come back. They always do.” He chuckled, low and predatory. “And that’s why the game is fun. They think they’re playing you… but in reality, they’re playing me. And we’re the ones holding the board.”