Divergent Games Novels & Stories

Damien let out a small laugh, his voice teasing, "Aren't you the one who didn't want to sit down and talk properly? How about we talk like this instead? It's more exciting and interesting." As he spoke, his leg kept rubbing back and forth between hers. Seeing the large bulge in his pants, like a tent, made Emma even more terrified. The more frantically she struggled, the more Damien pressed her against the door. He pushed down harder from below, causing her to tremble in pain.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

But this was no game. Our lives and the fate of the Iron War both hung in the balance. I darted to the opposite side of the debris, the large shard of metal that divided us. The remains of a hangar door broken off by the Terminus' impact. "It doesn't have to end this way, Quinn," Draco huffed. "You made your choice the day you founded Axion," I responded. "Let me show you what Axion Industries is really about," Fisk continued. "I could give you a tour of the facility, a look at our projects, even a job offer, should you want it."

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”

“Yes, I know, but compensation isn't going to be enough! Or maybe I should just stay married to him.” My breath caught. Before I could stop myself, a laugh escaped my lips, leaving her staring at me in complete confusion. My God, I really don't understand this woman. What game were they playing now? Is this their next move? Is Desmond even aware of this, let alone Sebastian? The game was shifting in the strangest ways possible. “Why on earth are you laughing?” she snapped. “I’m being serious. If I can’t get half of his property, I’ll just stay his wife.”

Even if he wanted to try any heroics, there was no way he was going to fly upwards to grab the hand holding the gun. As he moved backward, his hand to within six inches of his hunting knife – but even that was not good enough. At least, he thought gloomily, it’s something. ‘’This is where I take over, Joe boy. You have saved your purpose well. But from now on, I won’t need you, as you have said, one and a half million U. S dollars’ worth of dollars; not, of course, to mention seven hundred and fifty thousand U.S dollars cold cash, which you were just about to pick there in the handbag the woman came with.’’

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.

Ayra shot back, though there was no real bite in her tone. She glanced at the dwindling stack of cards in her hand and sighed. “Why did you even suggest this?” Lucian shrugged, his gaze briefly meeting hers. “You looked like you could use a distraction.” Ayra didn’t respond immediately, her eyes dropping to the cards in her hands. For the first time in days, the knot in her chest loosened ever so slightly. “I guess I did,” she muttered. As the game progressed, their focus shifted from the cards to conversation. Ayra found herself asking questions she hadn’t planned to, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”