Fun & Games Novels & Stories

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Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous. Pete Foxhorn owned Foxhorn Promotions, and he'd not only enticed away a couple of their major clients in recent months, but he'd also initiated a public relations campaign against their company. It was a filthy pool, but that didn't surprise Anika. Foxhorn was merciless, and he would go to any length to win. "Well, yes," Anika said quietly. "His ad executives are trying their best to talk to Casper." "Is there any reason why you aren't?"

I spent hours with the both of them, playing board games, not noticing how much time was escaping me. I don’t think I have smiled more; Grace was brilliant, such a beautiful, sweet girl, and it tugged at my heart every time she broke out into coughs, her eyes watering as she put on a brave face and tried to keep her eyes on her cards. “I’m just trying to get you to be sympathetic for me, so you don’t see this,” she slammed down a blackjack when it was about to be Corbyn’s turn, “coming,” she grinned, laughter bubbling in her throat at the look of displeasure on Emerson’s face.

Again and again, over and over again, I repeated her name to myself, internally going crazy from the ever-increasing distance between us. Nothing-nothing... We won't be apart for long. How did she say? Belongs to the alpha of the gray wolf clan? Well, that's even more interesting. Hunting has always been one of my favorite pastimes. Let's play baby... I grinned and walked towards the classic fire metallic sports car parked nearby, which always and everywhere travels with me. Well what can I say? Everyone has their weaknesses. For me — this is my iron baby. In fact, I should have been somewhere else. But since the werewolf I needed was absent now and was supposed to return only by morning, I

They saw a snack room, a training room with halograms with some pack members training there, and then the game room. Bailey opened the door and let go of Fay's arm. Fay walked into the game room with her and gasped. Several gaming equipment filled the room. There's an Xbox, games with virtual reality, games with sticks, with controls, all kinds of games. It was game heaven. That was where they spent the afternoon, and as they walked out, they met Alpha Clause right outside the door. His lips qurkes up in a small smile when his gaze landed on Fay. Bailey greeted him, looking down, "Alpha."

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

Perimeter Lockdown Confirmed. The mechanical voice of the security system mocked me every time I came home. She had bypassed it. A Level 5 security network engineered by the top defense contractors in the world, and my sweet, delicate Aria had shattered it in ninety seconds, leaving nothing behind but a burnt-out circuit panel and a ruined emerald dress on the floor.

Winthrop—the new substitute teacher. It was all jokes and banter from there on. ♧♧♧ A couple of hours later, the sun had shifted higher, heat pressing down heavier on our shoulders. We had decided to play some beach volleyball. We split into two teams—boys versus girls, with Declan being dramatically claimed by the girls because, according to Ellie, he had “traitor energy.” Whatever the hell the meant. The game was messy and fun and dramatic—you know, obviously, because the girls were involved.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

“Yeah sure, it can.” “Then, after that must I still join another club?” “Of course, I have to join another club." Vivian Replied. I think Elyn should join the club. “Then what club has the most leisure time or activity schedule?” Elyn's question sounds even more ridiculous. It was not at all strange to hear Elyn's question. Vivian thought, then pointed at Carol. “Club JCW-Fc.” A pair of eyebrows of Elyn hooked, looking in the direction Vivian pointed. “What is JCW-Fc? Sounds like a football federation." Said Elyn.