Game Of End Novels & Stories

“You’re the endgame.” She went still. “He thinks if he breaks you, he wins. Because you’re my weakness.” Amelia stared at him, the truth hanging heavy in the space between them. “Then we don’t give him that power. She’s going to lose.” “No,” Adrian said. “She’s going to burn.” They made plans that night. A trap. A message. A reckoning. Christian Voss had started the game. But Amelia and Adrian? They were about to end it.

To the path I'd chosen and could no longer deviate from. Yet as Victoria outlined our next moves against Stefan's failing company, part of me wondered if Alexander's question deserved consideration. When the game ends and all pieces are captured, what then for the queen?

Soon, it was my turn to present. "Good morning, everyone. It's an honor to be here today at the Ashenford Design Competition organized by the government. I'd like to start by showing you the 3D model our team has put together." I gave a nod to the two team members who were with me on stage. One of them, Logan, clicked the remote, and the screen came to life with my design—a black and white, simple… ball? Inside it were images of Ashenford, but what was this supposed to be?

“Neither was the game. And yet here we are.” Mia and Ryan entered, looking equally shaken. Ryan tossed a book onto Anna’s desk. “Found this in the restricted section of the library.” Anna picked it up, reading the title. The Reflection Game: A Curse Through Time. Mia crossed her arms. “It says the game doesn’t end until all the lost pieces of the players are reclaimed.” Anna swallowed hard. “Which means…” Ryan nodded grimly. “We’re not free yet.” Silence filled the room. Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “So what now?”

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.

*"This is not the end." I close my eyes. "It never is." Eden sits up, wincing. "What now?" The horizon shimmers, a new city materializing-spires of glass and gold, streets humming with a melody that makes my teeth ache. "We keep moving," I say, hauling him to his feet. The game never ends. It *resonates*.

Playing a game that involves them both wouldn't be so bad truly. "Go to Lucas' chambers, Griffin. There's a human girl there. Throw her in the cage and set a camera that's connected to my screen here in my study room." As Griffin goes to execute my order, ending the mind link, I snicker so hard that my shoulders adds to the effect. After all, she is mine. My gift. Oh, what a time to be perilous. A day ago. King Damon Adrian. "Oh, fuck off!" Astonished, I shout.

The game was over. This was not revenge anymore. This was war. And Maya was no longer playing it. She was ending it. No matter what it cost. No matter who had to die. She was ending it.

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.