Ender's Game Books Novels & Stories

Finally, Nero stood, adjusting his cufflinks in that unhurried, deliberate way that meant only one thing: decision made. “I’ll meet Viktor again,” he said finally. “If he wants a game, I’ll play it. But this time, I’m setting the rules.” Nico nodded. “When?” “Tonight.” “Alright, boss. I’ll have it arranged.” Nero was gathering a few papers from the desk, but Nico’s attention was drawn elsewhere. His eyes landed on the discarded book Nero had tried to hide earlier, and a strange curiosity gripped him. Without thinking, he leaned over and moved the folder that Nero had placed over it, and then froze.

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

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]

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.

“Don’t twist this.” “I’m not twisting anything,” Enzo replied calmly, leaning against the desk. “I’m stating the obvious. You dragged her into this game to use her as a pawn. You’ve spent weeks reminding yourself and everyone else, that she’s nothing but leverage. So why does the thought of another man’s hand on her make your blood boil?” Montez’s silence was telling.

Sweet, almost too sweet. “The library?” I reminded Luca, shaking off the strange shiver that had gone through me. “Almost there.” He pushed through to another room. “Game room,” he announced. This one stopped me in my tracks. Four tables sat in the center—one square, one rectangular, one oval, one circular. All of them were glossy black. The rest of the room was pure white: walls, floors, and shelves. Not bookshelves. Game shelves. They were stacked, top to bottom, with board games. Hundreds. Maybe thousands.

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

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.