Romans & histoires Ender's Game 2

“Ezran.” “What?” “Stop talking about not being ultra-rich.” I snorted quietly, picking up the second controller. The game started. For a while, everything felt normal. “You’re losing,” Erik said smugly. “I’m not.” “You are.” I scoffed. I might not play games frequently, but I was an ace. “I’m letting you win.” I winked. “It's my way of being a generous host.” “I won't let you lose on purpose, Ezran Banks. Come at me like a real man.”

I swallow, forcing myself to steady my breathing. “Yeah,” I say, though it comes out softer than I mean it to. “I just… lost focus for a second.” Jenny studies me for a moment longer, like she doesn’t fully believe that. But she nods anyway. “Alright. Shake it off,” she says gently. “Stay present.” I nod back. But my fingers still hover near my neck. Because the warmth is still there. Just then the sharp sound of the whistle cuts through the gym. Everyone stops instantly.

"Two minutes remaining!" "Ember!" Kimberly grabbed my arm. "Why are you so quiet? Are you watching this? The Fangs are down by one with two minutes left, this is insane!" "I'm watching," I said. "I'm pumped. Go Fangs." "You don't sound pumped." "Go," I said, louder. "Fangs." Kimberly laughed and turned back to the ice and I lifted my soda and took a long drink and tried to pay attention to the game instead of the inside of my own head.

** ** Welcome to the Harrison Inc. Reunion! We brought together the main characters of Playboy Rehab and Two Can Play That Game for one last Q and A. Leslie Harrison and Sebastian Harrison nicely accepted our invitation, and after five years of living in Canada, have come out to Southern California to reunite with their friends and family. Unfortunately, Fiona, Isabella, Elizabeth and Darcy have decided to be exempt from this interview, but everyone else is gratefully present. They have all agreed to complete honesty, so no questions will be held back. Keep in mind these answers are not censored, so viewers discretion is advised.

Sound signaling the end of time in this 2nd Round. "Seen in Hell Group, namely Group X, only Borges and 2 female twins, Vika and Viki, viewers. This is the end of the match in Round 2 with a time of 1 hour and the sound of the game ending" Said Host Karpenko in the Arena Stadium. It looked like Vika and Viki who were coughing coughing because of the dust from the end of the battle in the arena.

His jaw was clenched in anger as the referee separated them. I had not replied to a single one of his messages since Bloodpine Ridge. Not the soft check ins. Not the nervous, rambling updates. Not the one he had sent last night that only said: Are you coming to the game? I had even ignored the driver who had shown up outside Silverwood dorm tonight to take Maya and me to West Oak for the game. I had watched the car from the dorm window until it disappeared down the road. The game started fast. West Oak played aggressively, their defense pressing tight, forcing Ravencrest into quick decisions. The camera kept swinging between the two sides.

The first game ended with the duo panting like dogs with greasy bodies, and bruised egos when they lost and didn't even score. "We have another game coming. Don't lose hope." Dame told the two and sent me a meaningful look. Miracle welcomed me when we went back to the audience, wiping my face with her handkerchief. I smiled fondly at her and did not miss the way Mark glared at me before turning his glare to an oblivious Miracle. I watched how his girlfriend did not even bother wiping his face or asking if he was okay. By the frown on her face while talking to him, I bet she was nagging his ears off.

Chapter 2 The two men were chatting, occasionally laughing, but it was clear that the middle-aged man was trying to please the other. Emma was spacing out when Hina gently tugged at her, signaling her to help pour the wine. Their job was simple: after cleaning up, they would pour drinks and wait quietly in the room for further instructions. They didn’t need to engage in any physical contact with the guests.

Alexandra awoke with a mix of nerves and excitement, her mind already buzzing with the challenges that lay ahead. Gazing out of her window, she took in the breathtaking hues of pink and gold painting the sky. The city stirred to life, its pulse synchronized with the heartbeat of the game. The Denver Outlaws were poised to face off against the Las Vegas Gamblers that night, a clash that promised to be an epic showdown. The stadium would soon be filled with the roar of the crowd and the crackling energy of the fans, eagerly awaiting the moment when Alexandra would lead her team onto the field.

"Congratulations for reaching the final Stage, now shall we start the game?" Not editedc