Gal Game Novels & Stories

The Gamma was trying to convince Luna Alicia of the risk involved in the challenge but it seemed Luna Alicia is more concerned about the game itself. The Gamma led everyone to the pack soldiers training ground, which was generally used to train pack soldiers and used in emergency cases like this. “For those who don’t know the rules of this game, it involves both parties fighting each other till one is able to incapacitate the other and kill them completely” The Gamma explained perfectly.

"What's so funny." She giggled and jumped on the spot. "Your job description—essentially, you're 'Gardeners of the Galaxy.'" "The what of the what?" "That's your role…" Galene cracked up, barely able to speak. "The NIRL. You remove invasive pests and watch your flowers grow. The galaxy is your garden—with blossoming species on each planet. Gardeners… of the… Galaxy." Stralath frowned. "Why do I feel like that's an insult?"

his eye sand eyes at that moment were blood frozen cold, and it sent shiver right down my spine, as I couldn't help but swallow up my breath. But I know this game, the bitter ex who still can't get over the dude that hurt him, and now he wants to rain all hell on him, it's a sad and bitter game, but I intend to play this game well, with both him and his twin brother, right until I get what I need.

“Alpha Draven requests your presence in the Great Hall.” James nodded, masking his inner turmoil with a cold expression. “I’ll be there.” The hall was alive with whispered chatter when James arrived. Draven lounged on his throne like a panther watching prey. Varek stood rigid beside him, his jaw tight, his hands folded neatly behind his back. “Garrick,” Draven said smoothly, a grin curling on his lips. “Our new commander.” James bowed slightly. “I heard what happened today. That girl, the defiant one. What’s her name again?”

“Rhaella!” “Yes?” Pyra turned to her mother with a questionable stare, waiting for her to continue. “You called?” “I just wanted to tell you to be careful. Men can be possessive, and once they’re possessive about what they want, they’ll never let go until they acquire it. You might create a game, but remember, even the creator can be destroyed by the game they created.”

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.

“Alpha, you used the worst warrior possible to make me look bad.” “You assume I give a shit about a warrior’s placement here? She did well, even if you think she is the worst, Bill. She did well, which means we are doing our job. If our little bet is getting to your head and making it so, you can not train everyone equally, cheer for their success equally, then I can always find a new gamma.” His eyes open in shock, “What? N-no! I just…” “You are embarrassed.” I shrug. “No one here sees it that way. They see this as a training opportunity. Everyone is worried about saving their own ass or keeping their friends who are lower rung around. Maybe it’s time to separate your games from real life.”

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

The game had officially begun. ​A mile away, across the sprawling campus grounds, the heavy atmosphere inside the university’s underground practice facility was thick with tension. The rhythmic, echoing thuds of basketballs bouncing against the hardwood sounded like war drums. ​Jake drove hard toward the paint, his powerful legs propelling him forward with a speed that left his defender grasping at empty air. His mind was a chaotic blur, his focus completely shattered. He rose into the air, aiming for a routine layup, but at the last second, his grip slipped. The ball bounced awkwardly off the rim, clattering away across the floor.