Ender's Game Books Novels & Stories

I muttered, furious at him. “You are confused between liberation or vengeance and I will use it against him. You and your redemption can go to hell now, Roy Layne.” I muttered, grabbing my bag. “Who can go to hell?” Eri giggled, peaking into the room. “Just someone bad, Eri.” “You are so strong, you can deal with any bad guy, Nut!” She beamed, encouraging me. I would never want her to see me with the look of a murderer. Before going to work I need to meet someone to play my part in that game, finally making a move.

I ask pointing at this book. “This book isn’t a fairy tale,” he looks away. “It's a tragedy. Anyway,” he holds out his free hand. “My name is Evander. I live just outside the woods. If you ever want to get together and talk about books or fairy tales or play some DnD just let me know.” He grins warmly. “It looks like you could use a friend.”

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"

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It always smelt of model glue. Apart from a small rack at the back of a chain bookstore at the mall, this was the only place for his friends to buy role playing materials, and the selection here was even skimpier. Weird off-brand titles haunted the single shelf of games. Role Aids, Flying Buffalo, Judges Guild. While waiting for the owner to help a customer, he flicked through a flimsy softcover, bound like a spiral notebook, named Spawn of Fashan. Jon took in its ugly layout, with bad art and densely packed text. Hideous. He threw it back. The owner was an old man, sporting skinny arms and a fat belly. Cotton white hair stuck out of his ears, and rainbow suspenders held up a ratty pair of b

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.

I feigned annoyance. "Ok. Whenever I get to the part where the ML and the FL begin to have sex, I always imagine it was Eric and me and I'd get wet. It will make it a gateway to masturbating" she grinned proudly. "What are ML and FL?" I asked, looking past the stupid grin plastered on her face. She rolled her eyes and answered. "Male lead and female lead. Every book has that." "Oh!" I murmured, comprehending what she meant. I finished applying the lotion on my body as she succeeded in grabbing one of my favorite books titled "Master of the Game" by Sidney Sheldon.

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The air is thick with the scent of desperation and greed. The room is a den of vice, with round tables scattered about, each one a battleground for high-stakes games of poker and blackjack. The green felt is worn and stained, a testament to the countless nights of excess. Stacks of cash and chips tower above the players, their faces set in determined lines, their eyes fixed on the prize. The chandelier above casts a yellowish glow, highlighting the tension etched on their faces. I spot my contact, a man, only a few years older than me, with umber skin and hazel brown eyes, his tattoos on full display.

Leo returned just in time to start the final round of bets. Amber looked around the table again. She felt pretty fucking confident. Ebony always acted as though she held a winning hand and often had shit. Leo’s brows were pinched together, and he only met Ash’s last bet and laid his money on the table. She couldn’t read Grayson’s expression, he was too good at masking it. Ash was more of the unknown wild card really. His face had remained in a grin most of the game. “I’ll raise to six,” she said finally.