Charly Games Novels & Stories

Charlie bragged and blustered to demolish the other three right from the beginning. Mark shot a cold glance at him. “Don’t worry, mate. I will leave you a pair of underwear.” It turned out later that Charlie had a streak of bad luck; he lost in every game and did not get his money back. Grace glanced at him. “You deserve it.” Raine let out a faint smile, her book more or less balanced. Charlie lost the most, while Summer was the ultimate winner. Summer had been getting good cards, not to mention she had an advisor behind her. She won so much that money was stacking up on her side.

The artwork was beautiful, and the performance smooth, making the phone's capabilities obvious at a glance. He rarely played games, but he was a hardcore enthusiast when he did. Especially over the past two years, when he had too much idle time—he spent most of it playing mobile games in his room. "It's… a traditional-style battle game," Charlotte paused, then said, "It's pretty popular lately." She didn't really like games herself. Today, she was here to buy a new phone for her younger brother, Christopher. He had repeatedly reminded her to get one with strong gaming performance. Since the sales staff had been busy, she had grabbed a random demo unit to try out.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

“In the game?” “In everything.” Charlie looked out at the sky that’s starting to produce beautiful hues. In a few minutes, the sky will turn red and orange. “What do you think about mostly when you’re in here?” He lay on the ground, his arms on his head serving as a pillow and looked up at the sky. “I think about the future. My career, the games I will win all throughout my life. I want to be known as a good player. And hopefully, marry someone I will grow old with and have children.”

The typing dots lingered. Bad Boy: Guide me? To where? Your God? Or your bedroom? My stomach dropped. I clenched my thighs together under the table, fighting the rush that pooled low in my belly. Gloria: Don’t be disrespectful. This isn’t a game. Bad Boy: Everything’s a game, pastor’s wife. Some people just too holy to admit they like to play. I sucked in air, my heart thrumming painfully. He wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t like the brothers in church who lowered their gaze, who bowed with Yes ma, No ma.

“That… actually sounds like him.” “Right?” she says, grinning wider. “He was such a little menace. Super smart. Super stubborn. And ridiculously dramatic.” Her tone is so easy, so fond, that I feel my shoulders start to relax. Charlie leans back and squints up at the sky. “We met when we were six. He tried to fight me with a stick because I said I didn’t like pears. I won, obviously.” I laugh, and she nudges my leg with hers.

Marty sighs. Opening an eye, I lazily look from one man to the other. If I knew that they had such a bad dynamic, I would have asked to travel alone. I thought Marty and William were irritating when together, but Marty and Charlie were so much worse. “Then find something to occupy yourself.” Charlie huffs, narrowing his gaze. “You have a phone; find some games.” “I can’t play the games on my phone around people.” Marty chirps. “Those aren’t meant for when I’m alone.”

Or at least, she would think that she did. Easy prey. But easy also isn’t fun. What is the point of playing a game if it isn’t fun? The reason I wanted her as the focus for this year’s games is because she has been unbreakable. The ultimate challenge. I like a good challenge. And a challenge isn’t a challenge if you know with certainty that you are going to win.

"You're always bored." "Exactly." He laughed. Marco ran security for all my properties. He had known me since we were teenagers running cons in Miami. He was one of three people who knew what the D'Angelo empire actually was. "Maybe you should try something new," he said. "Charity work, yoga and monogamy." "Fuck off." "Just saying. When was the last time you were actually interested in someone?" I thought about it. I couldn't remember. People were entertaining for maybe three hours. After that they wanted things; Connection, meaning and feelings.

Charlotte threw the cards down and so did Nick . She looked at his cards and remained surprised . " H....How ?!! " said Charlotte surprised . " It seems like the winner is me again miss . Ha ha ha ! " said Nick with a laugh . " That's not fair ! This is not fair ! You have never played this game before . How is it possible that you are beating me in every game ?! I refuse to believe a stupid excuse such as beginner's luck . " said Charlotte annoyed .