Dont Play Play Bosku Novels & Stories

Tell me all of that was a joke, and I'll fill your entire closet overnight. ‘I'll buy you so many new, beautiful shoes.’ I listened to every word, numb and hollow. Nothing stirred inside me anymore. No matter how intricate or how beautiful those new shoes might be, none of them would ever be as special as my first pair. Whatever Declan and I once had was over. It had burned to nothing but ash, just like those shoes. I walked out barefoot, and not a single ‘family member’ came after me. Only Petra's voice lingered behind, dripping with satisfaction. "You're really not going after her? She looked pretty upset."

“So why crawl back now?” Julia’s eyes met his without a word. There was no anger, no sadness, just an exhausted calm. “Don’t stand there pretending to be mute,” Bosco continued, his voice dripping with mockery. “Save your theatrics, Julia. We’ve seen enough of your drama. Whatever game you’re trying to play this time, it won’t work. You’re just a convict, remember?”

It was no doubt the one and only playboy of the century- "Hugh Donovan!" He released Nate on hearing my voice and turned towards me questioningly. "Yes?" I was too busy gaping at him to answer. So Nate, being the polite person that he is (not), gave me a kind glare and Hugh a try-anything-and-there-won't-even-be-a-body-to-identify kind of glare and forcefully cleared his throat to get Hugh's attention. "Hey Nate, who's this fine piece of ass?" Hugh asked pointing at me, shamelessly as always, unknowing to Nathan's murderous expression, while I frowned at his sexist comment.

“Yes, Uncle! Do you know him?” “Of course I do, baby,” Matthew replied with a playful grin. “Alright, here’s the deal. You’ll tell your teacher that your father hasn’t come home yet, so you can’t share his name for now. Got it?” “Yes, Uncle. But... what’s the deal?” Madrid asked eagerly. “I’ll buy you toys at Toy Kingdom and treat you to your favorite sundae with fries! Deal or no deal?” Matthew said, raising a brow. Without hesitation, Madrid burst into a grin. “Deal, Tito! Promise, okay?”

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

I replied uncaringly. Her triumphant smile faltered, and she shot me a doubtful look. "What are you playing at, huh? You've always loved Daniel. Oh, I see. You're pretending to give up, but you're actually aiming to go through with the wedding." She scoffed. "Come on, Rosalie. That's all you've ever been good at. You've always hid your jealousy behind that haughty facade you put on." I retorted, "Leah, we're not kids anymore. Your little mind games have long stopped working on me."

Brianna was cut off when Fernanda lifted a finger towards her as a hush. “Don’t even say it, it’s nothing, it’s unnecessary, It has got to go. Okay?”, Fernanda insisted and didn't take no for an answer so she started to get ready and left Brianna and Stacey looking at each other with disapproval on their faces. Fernanda was so sure of her decision, she could not even take care of herself anymore and she was not going to let her career go for a mere bond between her the playboy himself, she wanted to get rid of the thing before she became too attached to it.

I scooped up the second paddle and gave it to him. Trent rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, well, you see...I, uh, don't actually know how to play table tennis. You know basketball's more of my thing." I scoffed. "You're kidding, right? Don't tell me you dragged me all the way here just to watch me play by myself." "Then teach me."