Divergent Games Novels & Stories

l asked. Isabella quit the dive bar last week after landing a highly coveted job at the Valhalla Club, a members-only society for the world's wealthiest and most powerful. My father had been trying to gain admission for years, but the Boston chapter was closed to new applicants, and our family wasn't connected enough to slip through the back door.

She mostly kept to the city, but she loved the sights of the colourful lights and brightly decorated stores that stood out in the gloom of the night. “What are you hungry for?” “Anything.” She answered, distracted by the teenage girls playing hopscotch in front of a four-storey building. “Anything.” He repeated. “Do you come here often?” "Not recently, but I used to." He pointed at her window. "There is a gaming centre down that road. In college, I loved to come over and play a game or ten with my friends." "What kind of games." "RPG." "Are you any good?"

I will introduce you as another woman and they will accept you again all because they want me to get married again"... "it's been years Derek,We divorced when Angela or let me say Sophia was just two..You forcefully took Angela away from me..After you left,I discovered I am pregnant and that leads to laura It has been twenty years now Derek and you are saying you want me back now"... "We can come back together to make our daughters happy just for our daughters sake and the love we once shared" "Sophia Smith and laura Cole have a little game to throw and we want everyone to participate"We heard a feminine voice

A user was filling up her inbox. "Hello, Leah?" "Come on; we can talk about this." "We can run away from everyone..." "HELLO!" "Talk to me, please!" "Leah, answer me!" The user demands they talk now. Leah felt apathetic and blocked him. She then exited the app and threw her phone on the beige sofa. Leah did the dishes, then went upstairs to shower and prepare for the afternoon. In her underwear, she fixed her things and the documents Keanu was begging her to sign.

Adriano says jerking me from my thoughts. "Truce" I agree, lying to his face. Smiling, I offer him my hand. Sorry Babe I think as I help him up from the floor, I made a deal with the devil and it's your soul that he wants.................. [Song: Black widow - Iggy Azalea feat. Rita Ora]

“It’s been years since the initial attack. Red Dawn had plenty of times to try and take down Silver Moon, why are they only striking now?” “The Alpha Games failed.” She shrugged, drawing more confused faces. “Red Dawn wants power. It doesn’t matter if their name isn’t the strongest, as long as they control the one who is. They entered many different wolves from different packs into the Games, all with the intention of Daniel winning. It was their last chance to gain their power without war.” Inga sighed and let her head flop back on the cushions, a deep tiredness settling on her. “War was inevitable the moment Luna Madeline took a different mate.”

Matteo is too drunk to understand any rules for any game, so being told what to do and when to drink is convenient. They play the game for a few rounds, and people are entertained. The game gives them challenges such as 'the last one to stand up has to down their drink' or 'those who don't have blonde hair take a shot', but it gets old pretty fast. Soon enough, people are asking for more interesting challenges. Isabella buys the extension. "Okay, there are different levels. The fourth one is a dirty one, so I'll leave that out." She says, half joking. Nobody complains, so she starts a different level of the game.

Just clenched her fists tighter. "What’s your name?" Her voice cracked. "Sarah." I stared at her. Her eyes welled with tears... and for the first time in a long time, my heart did something strange. It twisted. "I... I want to leave," she whispered. "Please. Just take me away from here." I hesitated. Then nodded. "Yeah. I’ll get you out of here." Jackson drove us off, the city shrinking behind us. I’ve lived a double life for years... CEO by day, mafia lord by night. I’ve never mixed business with sentiment. Never cared.

This was personal now. Because somewhere along the line, the game had stopped being just a game. And I wasn’t sure which scared me more- that I wanted to win… or that I wanted him.

"You are worth so much more than this." I wipe my eyes with a tissue, trying to pull myself together. "I just don't understand why he has to be like this. One minute, he's pushing me away, and the next, he's acting like he wants to pull me back in." Odette shakes her head, her delicate earrings catching the light. "Some men are just… how do you say… incapable of understanding what they have until it's gone. He's playing games, Emma, whether he realizes it or not. And it's not fair to you."