Game Of Inches Novels & Stories

Naomi hissed coldly. Sighs rose like a tidal wave in my ears. “He’s just too greedy, and now, he has nothing left.” “He’s not worthy of his status; that’s why he’s got disaster knocking on his door.” The photographers trained their cameras on me. Right when I wanted to bring out my phone, the elevator doors suddenly opened, and the receptionist brought a few guests over. However, she seemed tense, like she was doing something really important, and she could not afford to mess up.

Fuck me sideways – I didn't check my six. Struggling against the vice-like grip, I drive my elbow into my attacker's ribs, aiming for the kidneys. Instead of loosening his hold, the bastard only tightens it, making spots dance before my eyes like a fucked-up disco ball. I grind my heel into his foot, feeling bones crunch, and slam the back of my head into his face. The sickening crunch of cartilage is music to my ears. Seizing the moment, I deliver a brutal knee to his family jewels.

Inch. A high, shattered scream escaped my lips, swallowed quickly as I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out into the quiet warehouse. The stretch was intense, beautiful, and completely filling. He filled every corner of my body, expanding my walls until I felt like I was going to split open under his massive weight.

"But you're too much like your father." Jackson didn't respond, but broke into a run, charging towards me. I glanced at my tablet, then up at the hull of Terminus. Just a little bit more time... Quinn closed the distance between us rapidly. Five hundred meters. I pushed my Pantheon into a sprint, leaving any cover behind. In moments we would both be in range of each other and one of us would jump to escape the incoming damage. Four hundred meters. Neither of us jumped, instead running at each other full tilt. I almost laughed aloud. We were playing chicken in multi-million dollar mechs.

he said. I nodded slightly and we walked out of the classroom and down the hallway to the car. We both entered the car and drove off. **** I yawned as I changed into my night dress and set my book down on my reading table. As I flipped the page, I heard a soft knock on the door. I shrugged because I didn’t want to stand up so I screamed, “Come in,” instead. The door opened a crack and Conrad’s face glanced around the corner and looked at me, then he opened the door the rest of the way and stood on the threshold.

What he needed most is the strength of all his senses. Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.”

Alessia froze, her tears still falling as the cold touch on her shoulder sent an unexplainable chill down her spine. Slowly, she turned her head, expecting to see yet another blank face ignoring her. But what she saw made her breath hitch. A man stood behind her, tall and cloaked in an aura of shadows. His deep-set, piercing silver eyes seemed to see straight through her. His presence was unnerving, yet oddly calming, as if he belonged to a realm she had no comprehension of.

Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings. Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society. Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding. She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”

I said. " Then your mind must be playing games with you." She said as she dragged me out of the room. Games... That word lingered in my mind for a long time. But for the quick movement I noticed, I knew my mind wasn't lying. Someone was indeed in the room with us..... I just need to find out who. . . . Xander's P. O. V

Even Emilio, who’s the buffiest of the guys, couldn’t escape the watchful eyes of the game master. There’s a gruesome punishment waiting for anyone who loses. They are betting money, cars, and as for now, the punishment is to finish the juice made by Anita and Claudia. The liquid inside the tall glass, a cross between brown and green, looks inedible. Only those two know what they put in there, but I don’t want to find out. Emilio, who lost in the dart game against Menandro is as green as the grass beneath our feet. I feel pity for the big guy.