Ender's Game Book Set Novels & Stories

— The locker room smelled like sweat and victory. Ezra stood at the center, towel around his neck, grinning as his teammates shoved him. “Captain Roman!” Gabriel whooped. “That last play? Criminal.” Ezra laughed. “You missed three passes.” “Details.” A knock rapped on the door. The coach stepped in, flanked by a tall man in a dark coat. “Line up,” the coach said. “We have our new sponsor.” The room snapped to attention. Ezra wiped his hands on his shorts and stepped forward. “Thunder Titans, sir. I’m Ezra Roman, team captain.”

Her voice was gone. Only the shard of broken glass on the floor still faintly shimmered where she had been. From the crowd, someone whispered, “Maybe this is some trick by the professor…” No one responded. Because a question had begun to rise inside everyone — If this is a game… then how does it end? Suddenly, a laugh echoed from the back row. Rishabh. Always smiling. Always the one who made fun of everything. He stood up and said casually, “Why are you all so scared? Come on, yaar. This is just a psychological game.

*THE END OF BOOK 1* BOOK 2: The Lycans’ Luna: Dryad of The Elden Wood Will come soon ;)

Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city. It looked almost like something from an anime or a sci-fi film, as if a force field had enclosed the entire city. Inside the orb, images began to form—buildings, shops, schools, streets. The city's history slowly unfolded in front of their eyes. First, thirty years ago, then twenty years ago, ten years ago, and finally, present-day Ashenford. The city's rapid development played out before them, evoking memories of the past and leaving everyone in awe.

She put in the extra effort to line up the foldable table and benches away from the noonday sun. The employees of Spice Publishing House were a mixed bag, yet the scent of reapplied spray-on deodorant and cologned testosterone was overpowering. Subordinates, editors, and a few golfing companions of various ages in suit jackets and polo shirts flocked under the shade of the veranda.

For some like me, I just wanted to know what was going on around here. “Hello, newcomers,” Rad greeted with a high voice. “Welcome, welcome to the two thousand and eighteen years of Game of Heavens and Earth.” Two thousand and eighteen years! Like the current year? Was that how long this Game had been? The crowd went silent for a while before erupting into an uproar. Rad coaxed us to calm down so he could explain.

He added, “you have to get the book that you want from the box machine where the eggs are stored. The box machine has claws that you use to get the egg from the box.” “Hmm, sounds like a gacha-machine.” Maxill smirked at the thought. “Exactly! I made it like this because of what I learned in the slots. It’s gamification, but for books!” “Ok.” Chastine smiled; she was ready to play the box machine so that they could get the codex in no time. “What book are you looking for?” “It’s called the Herb Codex,” Juste answered Duke-X as he waited in anticipation whether it was available at Makina’s library or not.

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

"I think Bill would too, but that's not the way the game is falling." They started up again with an hour, forty left to play. Evelyn, myself, Reneé under the table for a full shift, Sandy for ten minutes to end the game. Evelyn got Chen and Regina to cum before it was my turn under. Jerry won a hand, but didn't cum from my sucking, nor did Ed. I left Bill hard, but not drenching my tonsils. Regina was close again. She was thrusting her hips against my mouth when I stopped and she said, "Shit". She needed to cum bad and probably would with the next winning pot. Reneé took over while I served drinks and food. I was serving Bill when another hand started, seven card draw, Ed's favorite game. I

He was standing again and we could all see how stretched Sandra's lips were to wrap around his prick and how often she had to swallow to keep up with the volume of his cum. At that point, there seemed to be a subtle change in the game. Both of the Strongs seemed to be winning more often, and Regina less. Edward wasn't a bad player and the hands he laid down were on the whole, good cards. Rob seemed to be winning with weaker cards. It didn't take long before the pile of chips in front of them grew and everyone else's diminished. I watched awhile to see if I could pick out the reason why. Most of the time Rob won, Regina stayed in the game until she drove the other players out, afraid of her s