Game Of End Novels & Stories

“We’ll tell you by then.” Naomi was rendered speechless. She could only watch us as we got into my car and left the shopping mall. I watched the bamboozled Naomi from the rearview mirror before looking away. “Thank you.” “Using someone else to take revenge on someone unworthy of your attention is unwise. Let’s end this,” Wendy said airily as she looked outside. I was surprised and gave her a look, but I said nothing and just sent her home. Then, I went to a hotel alone.

More solid, perhaps, in its preserved ignorance. The game is over. The former players have scattered, one in ignorance, the other in silence. And on this silence, chosen and guarded, something fragile and incredibly precious has been able to grow. A gentle loop, closed on a secret, but open to a possible future. THE END

or "Bend over and let me spank you 10 times." Wild card rounds (every 5th hand): Loser draws from a "dare deck" (pre-written escalating kinks like "69 for 2 minutes," "Ride my face," or "Take it in the ass if you're all naked"). Endgame: Once fully nude, dares turn into full sex acts; the winner chooses position, hole, and intensity. Play until someone taps out... or begs for more.

The room went completely still Because that voice did not belong to any ally And what followed would not be negotiation It would be the end of balance The final player had just entered the board And everything we thought we were controlling was about to be taken away ⸻

"There's nothing left between us to talk about. It's better to end this completely. "I'll say it one last time. I don't love you anymore!" Shane stared at me intensely, trying to find even the slightest change in my expression, but all he found was cold indifference. "I don't believe you. You're lying, Janine Grover. "I still have something…" I shook his hand off and ran toward the passage with all my strength. I heard Shane's voice, far behind me, but after a while, I couldn't even hear him clearly anymore.

After our daughter's death, my husband Josh Graham insisted that I play a game of confessions with May Lowe, his former flame. The first to confess was Mrs. Garcia, the maid I paid generously, who confessed that her negligence led to my daughter's burning fever. Before I could say a word, May was smiling magnanimously. "It's alright. Everyone makes mistakes—it's fine as long as no lasting harm has been done." And with that, she extended forgiveness in my stead. The second to confess was Josh himself. "I really regret snapping at Nana the day she died because I was stressed from work, and for not hugging her before I left the house." May shook her head with a tender smile. "As a breadwin

My boyfriend, my best friend, and I were dragged into some kind of relationship game. The system told us that if we cleared every round, we could go home. The first test was simple. Vote for one person to be punished. Sophie clutched my arm, trembling. I patted her hand. "Vote for yourself. If we all do that, it should end in a tie." The votes came in. One each. A three-way tie. Sophie let out a shaky breath, tears still clinging to her lashes. "Cecilia, thank God you thought of that." Then the system told each of us to pick a reward box. Mine contained a small silver shard. A message rang directly in my head. [Ability unlocked: View and alter the outcome of one vote.] I clos

Before our family’s Thanksgiving dinner, my younger sister, Raina Kirk, suddenly offered to braid my hair. I had barely sat down when I heard a sharp snip behind me. Seven years of growing my hair out, gone in one cut. She’d chopped it off right at the roots. Raina froze for two seconds, then burst out laughing, collapsing onto the couch. "Oh, shit, I cut off too much! Hahaha! You look like a man who just escaped prison!" Mom saw the piles of hair scattered across the floor and started laughing too. "What’s so bad about it? You walk around with your hair all over the place like some banshee anyway. At least now you’ll save money on haircuts." I clenched my fingers into fists, my throat t

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]