Ender's Game Books Novels & Stories

Hayden thought. END OF BOOK 1

For a split second, I thought he wasn't going to reply. " Hi." He said and focused on the book. Okay, at least we're making progress. " Um... What are you reading?" I asked. " A book?" " I... I know it's a book. Like, what's the title?" " THE GAME by Anjay" " Oh that...I've read that. It's a really good book." " Yeah... Don't tell me about it. I don't want spoilers." He said. " I wasn't planning to." I said, then kept quiet.

“Lucid, girl. Now, we dance.” END BOOK 1

their Feature Editor second. "Excuse me," Leah said; the room went quiet after hearing her "what was this quarter's theme anyway?" Leah isn't dull as most of Paul's staff, including himself, were led to believe. She knew Spice Publishing caters to most teenage to middle-aged men regarding sexual kinks and women. The contents in each issue are the sexual diaries of the staff and their readers, while the other half were naked photoshoots.

She will not allow that to happen! “Princess Ameerah, I am the Alpha Pharoah and I need to protect our Kingdom. Who would even thought that there would be someone who would come out alive after the game? No one did that from the start that we had this ‘Games of Fangs and Death’. Such a lucky man huh!” Alpha Pharoah Kingtin sneered as if truly disgusted by the outcome of the game.

Elliot's POV 'Dragon Tamers, that's a terrible game.' I hadn't said anything to Lot since the incident and I wasn't planning to do so anytime soon. I cursed Satan. Why would he pick Dragon Tamers?! It had been a long time since demons played Dragon Tamers. The game was deadly and bloody. I wished it was any other game picked. I knew the history of the game and the important details but still I was in the library, making more research on the book named 'Dragon Tamers'.

Since then they always come here and play or read my book collection. Luke was currently reading Survival of the Fittest by Jonathan Kellerman. I recommend the book to him saying that he'll like the genre, although I might say that it was a psychological conditioning to help him view the world a little differently, and what I mean is the way I wanted him to see it.

“I don’t think so. Why, are there some strange books in there?” He shrugged and pulled them out of the bag, flipping them over to read the titles to you. “Well, there’s this one, ‘A Guide to Parenthood: Everything you need to know about being a new parent’, and this one, ‘1001 Games to Play With Your Baby’.” He held them up for you to see, giving you a confused look. You smiled nervously, fidgeting lightly in your seat. “Um, nope, no, those are, uh, those are for you- for us actually I guess.”

“Why basketball?” “What will you do if you fail?” Ezra always answered. “I won’t.” “Because it’s the only time my head shuts up.” “Because my dad needs something to believe in.” One day, Ezra slid a folded paper across the table. “What’s this?” Matteo asked. “A schedule. My games. In case you ever want to see one.” Matteo stared at it. “Why would I?” Ezra shrugged. “Because I’m going to be great.”

Tonight, for once, it was empty. “Wow.” Vivian’s reverent whisper drifted through the still air as we stepped inside. I closed the doors behind us, cocooning us in hushed silence. Thousands of books stretched up and across three walls toward the cathedral ceiling like a leather-bound forest complete with rolling ladders and wooden handrails. Five larger-than-life stained-glass windows stood sentry over assorted seating areas and desks lit with vintage brass and emerald lamps. The ceiling itself was carved with the house crests of the club’s founding families, including the distinctive twin Russo dragons.