Enders Game Series Novels & Stories

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

As if he was used to all of this. “It’s better for you to start! If you delay, the system will decrease your points, and if you lose all of your points, you’ll be deleted from the system and the game!” a voice hissed right behind my ear. I jumped in fright. I swallowed as I turned toward the source of the voice. I wished I could erase that smug smirk off the masked man’s face. “Points?” I asked in confusion. “Lose your points… lose your soul,” he explained. “You start with three points in your inventory. Every time you do not entertain the audience, you lose points and hearts—then you will die forever!”

But now, I honestly didn't care anymore. "You do realize we play them this Friday, right?" I asked, looking straight at Evan. "Yeah," he said with a shrug. "I'm not stupid. I won't start anything before the game or during it. But after? I can't promise anything." "I hope you're joking," I said. "I'm not." I sighed. "Evan, listen to me." He looked at me. "We can't afford another fight, man," I said. "Remember what happened at the bonfire? We were one step away from getting suspended."

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

Emma made it back to her apartment in less time than usual. She had stayed inside her car, thinking about what Max had said on the stairs. "She had ended her engagement," but he was still the owner of the company she worked for. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She wanted to regain control; her body was reacting impulsively to his presence, and it shouldn't be. There were rules she had to follow. So, what now? She removed her fingers from her nose and opened her eyes, startled to see Elaine standing in front of her car.

I don't know what is up with guys and video games, Lucas is in his final year in college but still plays video games. "Yeah, just got home." I say. "You were with?" Lucas asks. I roll my eyes at him. "With my friend." I say. "Well dad won't be home for dinner. You should go ahead and eat if you're hungry." He says. "Cool." I say leaving them to go on with their game. Jake follows me downstairs to the kitchen. "Sonya can you serve me a plate." I say. "Are you eating too?" I ask Jake as he sits beside me. "It's lasagna." I add.

GAME 25: Dead No one in this world could stop me from completing my revenge. Not even if Marl told me he loved me. Not even if he said we would live peacefully overseas. No matter how sweet the promises he made, I wouldn't stop pursuing those three. I’m nearing the finish line – my triumph. Would I back down now, when I’ve already brought Ryu down? When I’ve already manipulated Ren? And most importantly, when I’m already going to crush El Sandra?

But he can sense someone heading in his direction. ‘They are those who killed Conor... and that Orlando...' Burning in anger, Alex pulled his sword up with such a great speed, countering the attack of someone who just come. "Krinne, you bastard!” Orlando happily announced as he felt safe knowing two swords of the five generals were present. With that, the two people fighting them would stand no chance against the three. “You are now kkrrkk." Orlando said while laughing and gesturing his head being cut with his fingers, as if telling Clad that he would be dead. But instead of feeling any fright, Clad just tightened the grip of the ground on Orlando's body as he countered each fast strike from

CHAPTER 3: A hell of a ride “Sul serio , Nero?” (Seriously) “I don't play games with my business,Marena.” Marena pouted. “I've been here since last night, and you have not given me your full attention,” she complained bitterly. She wanted to shut the damned device and drag him to bed, but she knew that he wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet in her head.