Cheating Moth Game 소설 & 이야기

I didn't exactly know what I was getting myself into but I need something to distract myself or I might end up doing something that will reveal our 'relationship' with the others. "What game?" he asked, his eyes boring straight to my soul. "Cham Cham Cham? The winner gets to flick the loser's forehead," I told him and he groaned. (Cham Cham Cham is a game also named as On-Two-Look in other countries. 2 players face each other, and player 1 points at player 2’s face and says “one, two, look.” And on the word “look” they point in a direction. If the other player copies the other, they lose)

I was at the bar playing dice games with a growing crowd of men. My companions, Alessandro and Angelo, circled me. Plenty of other men who thought themselves attractive enough grew bold, crowding around my table to offer themselves up. Round after round of dice clattered across the table. No matter what I rolled, they found ways to keep me entertained. Glass after glass went down. Valentina finally snapped. She stormed over, practically vibrating with fury and humiliation. "Grazia! What the hell are you doing? Don't you have any shame? Who are these people?"

She pondered for a while before she spoke. Su Lan (to Bling Bling): “For mission 2 part 3 the reward was to open a beast raising field for new captured pets in the secret garden. How do I capture the pet?” Bling Bling: Very easy. Just touch the unicorn and say capture. The pet will automatically be captured and brought into the secret garden.” Su Lan: Is there any restriction on how many levels the beast can be above me?” Bling Bling: “No, this is a god made space as long as the level isn’t higher then the god who made it then capturing the pet will be fine.”

Something amiss had happened, as if to confirm my suspicion, Lea, My inner wolf roared, 'He has cheated on us, our mate has cheated on us. That son of a bitch had been cheating on me.

I said, lying so smoothly it almost felt like truth. "Sheila," he repeated, savoring it like a fine wine. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He flirted shamelessly as he played. At first, I just responded with coy smiles and half-laughs, keeping it light. But as the game heated up, so did our banter. "You know," he said, throwing down a hand and losing miserably, "I'm starting to think you're bad luck after all." I leaned closer, letting him get a whiff of my perfume, my lips brushing near his ear. "Maybe you just need to get me somewhere... quieter," I whispered, the suggestion heavy between us.

" For helping me see what I've been blind to see all this while." " Have you been blind to see, or you just didn't want to talk to see it? Anyway, you're welcome. Any compliment is handy now." I muttered and folded my hands. Until I felt a hand tickle my sides, I laughed while running away. " Stop! That ain't funny!" " It's called payback time." He muttered, picking a basketball. " For what?" " For cheating in that last game. Remember?" Oops... I already forgot. But I smirked devilishly at him.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

he whispered. She smiled as she turned. "Hello, Casper. Are you having a good time?" "I think you know I'm not." She arched an eyebrow and looked at him over the rim of her glass. “Do I?” Casper snatched a flute from a passing waiter and focused his full attention on her. It was everything she could do not to gasp under his intense inspection. He undressed her in front of a room full of people. He had amazing eyes, and they were currently devouring her, penetrating beneath the modest evening gown she'd picked. She felt naked.

"Home? Which one—the place where you cheated through a wall? The house that was never mine? You keep saying you love me. When you were screwing him, did I cross your mind? What about what we promised back then?" She froze under my stare. No excuses. Just a slow shake of her head. Her eyes filled up. I felt nothing—except the urge to laugh harder. She'd done everything wrong, and now she was playing pitiful, begging like that fixed anything? So what—cheat openly, say sorry, and it all disappears? "No, it's not like that," she rushed out. "Glen, I really, really love you. Just forgive me. Just this once." I shoved her back, voice ice-cold. "When love's gone, it's gone. Same as before—when you

In an instant, the livestream and the room were flooded with voices cursing me. The barrage of comments on the screen blurred in front of my eyes. Even without reading carefully, I could tell they were filled with harsh insults. The more they cursed me, the more pleased Zoey seemed to become, her smile growing wider with every word. "Who gets infected with so many STDs? I don't think I need to explain that. You're trying to shift the blame onto me just to distract everyone, aren't you?" Zoey perfectly played the role of the victim, her expression one of such distress that both the people in the restaurant and the livestream viewers couldn't help but feel sorry for her.