Ender's Game 2 Novels & Stories

Kent said. “At the end of game two, leading the bunch is Joe on 270 points. In second place is Owen with 160 points and trailing the pack is Scott on 100 points. But it’s early days yet!” Bambi added. “We’ll be right back after these messages from our sponsors,” said Kent towards the camera.

Kimmy, Morgan, and Dutton made it in time for the second Quarter. Zander was on his game, and his team easily won 37 – 19. I jumped up and clapped at the end of the game. That’s when I felt it.

How easy it is to be around him. It has been two days since the game wrapped up its glorious first innings, whilst the second inning stays scheduled on May 31 as has been announced. However, the promised letter was delayed owing to some last-minute modifications that stayed expectedly in Ibhaan’s hands. ‘What are you doing here again?’ Ibhaan groans out his annoyance, pinning his brother under a hot glare.

I could not believe the arrogant Dave was about to play the game too. Tala shrugged of the thought of Dave embarrassing her as she joined us. I sat quietly... I was suppose to leave, what am I still doing here? "You! Tala pointed at me..is your turn." And i swear, my heart skipped. I looked at Kelly immediately and she nodded at me. Oh heavens! Help me not to fall into the wrong number. With a shaking hand, I picked one of the paper after Tala explained the game a little to the "C boys". It was 7 papers that were yet to be picked after i took mine.

"Drag him away and give him 50 heavy lashes." The wooden rod came down without a moment's delay. Kenneth, shaking with terror, threw himself over Joel without hesitation to shield him with his own body. The heavy rod slammed across Kenneth's back. Blood quickly soaked through his clothes and stained the dark floor red. After just a few dozen strikes, Kenneth went completely still. Joel's eyes turned bloodshot as he completely lost control. "Dad!" Overwhelming grief and hatred shattered what little sanity he had left. He snatched a sword from a guard's waist and lunged at Abigail in a frenzy.

Calling me. The game is on.

(Caleb) Two days had passed since the game ended, but the tension in the house hadn’t eased. I had waited for her in my room, the thin wall between us feeling like a taunt. The victory in Game 6 had given us breathing room, but my mind was still running hot with everything that had happened — the way she had played, the way Kane had looked at her, the way the fan club banners had waved like a taunt in the stands. I needed to remind myself she was mine. To feel her surrender the way she always did when I took her in the dark.

Emerson's POV "Anyway." I leaned back in the chair, steering us away from the subject of Brooklyn entirely. "Did you see that match last night? The one Marquez was talking about?" "The City game?" Jordan's face lit up immediately, exactly as I'd hoped. "Bro, that second half was insane. I still don't understand how they let that equalizer through." "Defense fell apart completely." "Completely." He grabbed his controller again, gesturing at the screen. "Speaking of which — you in for a rematch? I've been waiting all week to wipe the floor with you again."

replied the visitor, a grin plastered on his face, “don’t forget that two can play that game.” *