End Game David Baldacci Novels & Stories

The doctor nods in agreement, assuring David that the matter will remain confidential. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lavish clubhouse as both Terry and Jay are struggling to break the door. It is becoming difficult for Blackwood to keep them occupied inside. He is waiting for his master’s command, hoping that he won’t be recognizable. David Nashville, a man of hidden intentions, calls his loyal guard, asking him to release his children, Terry and Jay. The matter has been settled, and with the doctor's departure, David see no reason to keep his sons locked inside any longer. Blackwood silently follows the instructions, his stoic demeanor betraying no hint of his thoughts, as

How much cruel can fate be? "No this isn't possible…please believe me Malia I didn't kill him. I held the gun but I didn't pull the trigger" Larson's voice brought me back to reality. It was finally over…before it started it already ended, this was definitely his last game and I failed to see it. The billionaire's last game, it was time for us to go our separate ways and walk on different paths. Forever this day will be in my memories and heart, the day in which the clouds were filled with darkness and that darkness crept it's way into my life.

As I stepped outside, I spotted a familiar figure across the street and quickly hid behind a tree. Isaiah was stepping out of a Bentley. The expensive suit he had worn last night had been replaced with the cheap T-shirt and jeans I had bought for him. Then, a middle-aged man approached him, respectfully handing over a bag. From the shape of it, I could tell it held my favorite breakfast: soy milk and a bagel. Just as Isaiah took the bag, another car pulled up in front of him. A man I recognized stepped out—he was the CEO of a tech company, someone my friend worked for.

He had once thought that Alan had stronger feelings for his beloved, so he had regarded the man as a rival. "Now listen to me. Whether you choose to believe me or not is your business. The fact is, tomorrow I will prevent Elena from entering that building. Tonight, Nicklaus Hunter's men will plant bombs in every corner of the building, especially at the entrance. The bombs can be controlled remotely, waiting for Elena and Alan to step inside." Slowly, David backed away. At least he had conveyed everything. At least Nathan didn’t immediately shoot him, unlike Jack Reeves. "You know, sometimes even a bad guy like me still has a heart."

[Detected Player David attempting to forcibly exit the trial. [Warning: Your physical body in the real world is dead. Exiting midway equals soul obliteration.] [Confirm exit?] The surrounding family members cried out, begging him, "David, don't be rash! Come back!" But fear had already shattered his sanity. "Confirm! Just get it over with!" As soon as the words left his mouth, there was no lightning, no blade. David’s running body suddenly froze in place. Then, it looked as if a pair of invisible, giant hands grabbed him by the head and feet.

I could ask him for more details later, after he’d had time to process everything. He said he needed time to think about all of this, and that was completely fair. It was a lot to expect him to accept—that something like this was even possible. “So, I really lost to David,” Alexander said again, taking another drink of his whiskey. “I’m disappointed in my alternate-universe self.” “I’m not sure about alternate universe,” I said, “but you shouldn’t be disappointed. Now we know that David had a whole team of powerful criminals behind him. If not for that, he wouldn’t have won.”

"David thinks he has us cornered. He thinks he's watching the walls close in." "He's not watching the exit," I said. Endall nodded. "Exactly. Get some rest, Alice. It’s going to be a long night." I headed for the door, but paused before leaving. I looked back at him. "Endall?" "Yeah?" "Thank you." He didn't answer, just turned his attention back to the papers on his desk, already plotting, already scheming. I walked out into the hallway, the fire in my chest keeping the cold at bay. For the first time since I arrived in Switzerland, I didn't feel like a victim. David wanted to play a game of chess? He thought he was the only one who knew how to move the pieces?

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

He had a dream, to be a topper so that he would be accepted in the best companies in the Country. And it was almost about to end a year ago only if he had not met Lucas. Lucas David. He was the King of Underworld, the undisputed Ruler of Mafia kingdom. Every single child knew him. Every boy feared of him. He was a nightmare for all. He was often seen on the roads of the city, moving in his Mercedes. He was ruthless, heartless, and cold. He had nothing to be used as his weakness. He had none. But he was honest. He was not a liar. He wasn’t a cheater. He was a fair man. It was kind of interesting incident for him to meet Liam around a year back.