Chaotic Game Novelas e Histórias

He nodded then continued on eating the food that I had brought while I just remained to stare at him. “I heard you went out with your mother today, did you go with the enchanted them I told you about?” Tobi asked. I nodded. “Yeah, it’s funny actually,” I said. His forehead creased at me. “What’s funny?” Tobi asked, confused. I chuckled. “It’s because I was actually thinking about the enchanted theme and personally I wanted to have that theme but I needed your response first and thank god, you choose the enchanted theme too.” I further explained.

I want someone who's gonna play with my tricks and techniques. Just like Mr. Red eyes. Yeah, I already named him. But, I don't know why I like him. Not that in romantic way, but in... In... Damn! I am an agent! Why am I falling for someone I don't know? This is so frustrating! What if he's my enemy? Err, maybe not. He's justy stalker, I guess. Wait, what?! How can I even get a stalker?! And now, I need to be more cautious on my moves. Specially to Freyia. Mt cousin is right. We can't just trust her because we have this saying, "Pain change people". So, I'll call her my enemy too. Officially. But, anyways... Who is H? Is he an enemy? #30 #30

" I do not want money, I want Zuriel," " Well, he's not yours. Zuriel is my mate, and you must stop being delusional and snap back to your sanity!" I growl, angry and scared. I was scared not for my life but for my children. Halsey mentioned that hatchlings will protect themselves from attacks from poisons and magic, not crazy women bent on killing their mothers.

A bewitcher that had two powerful men fall at her feet. She was everything I wasn’t and that wasn’t a bad thing, I think I would hate myself if I ended up like that. So consumed by the game, that it was all my identity was. I wanted a quiet life after all of this was over, escape with some guy who was just as crazy as I was, drop off of the map, well that was only what part of me wanted. The other half of me wanted to stay here, start my own business one day, do what I was good at.

The terminal screen blinked black, and then a massive cascade of decrypted files began to scroll down the monitor. A cold, triumphant smile spread across my face. I had broken his vault. But as the data stabilized, revealing the live offshore transaction logs of the Vance syndicate, a small text file popped up at the dead center of the screen. It wasn't a Vance document. It was a localized note embedded directly into the drive’s core by Malakai himself. To whoever is reading this behind the Vesper mask: If you managed to crack this layer, you didn't use a standard brute-force algorithm. You used a highly specific logic string that belongs to my personal network. You know me. You know how I t

This is like another world. Stace smiles and takes my hand and we casually stroll around and look at all of the tables. There is Poker, Roulette, various card dealers at tables playing a wide assortment of games. The air is thick with smoke and clearly the universal occupational health and safety guidelines don’t apply to high rollers. Large lounges sat in pairs line the perimeter, and the whole back wall is a giant fish tank complete with huge sharks and tropical fish. It’s like a James Bond movie. I smirk to myself. Wow, isn’t this something? People are laying chips everywhere like candy—chips that are at least ten thousand dollars each. The room has an entitled feel to it. Everyone in her

“I am already tired of your games, I never win. You always do what you want.” “You would like it, I promise. I also promise I want to kiss you very badly, but I promised you I wouldn’t try anything.” My throat goes dry. His commitment to his promise is surprising, but it’s not as surprising as my own thoughts. Who asked him to keep his promise? I shake my head. “What game? And how would I win?” He grins, he knows he caught me again. “I call it, Off the record.” I frown at him. “Off the record?”

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

"Even?" Chloe laughed, a crazed sound. "You think this is over?" She pulled a black crystal ball from her pocket and crushed it. Instantly, the entire mansion began to shake violently. Countless cracks split the walls, and a swarm of black shadows poured out. They were all the spirits she had enslaved. "I'll tell you the truth!" Chloe shrieked. "This game was never random!" "From the very beginning, this was a cage designed just for you!"