Game Of Inches の小説・ストーリー

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

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.”

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.

There was no love in his eyes, only mockery. It was as if he were waiting to see a good show, waiting to see how I wouldn’t leave even after knowing the child wasn’t his. I smiled, ignoring the milk in his hand, and turned back to my room to pack my things. Perhaps because I no longer had any expectations, my whole body felt much lighter. Instead, his hand froze midair, his body stiffening noticeably. - The door opened, and a woman walked in. She wore a pale yellow dress and moved with graceful elegance.

My heart was failing but it was at those moments, I felt a strange peace within myself. This is what death feels like… it’s very lonely. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey readers, if you have gotten this far in the chapter, congratulations because you have finished the first book series of A Game of Chess: Queens to King.

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Lizabella Ever since I read that card over three days ago, I had been frantic and paranoid. The simple cream-colored rectangle with its two mocking black words, ‘Game on’, had lodged itself in my mind like a splinter I couldn’t pull out. I spent my mornings convinced someone was watching me from the shadows of the corridor, or that every creak in the floorboards was the sound of footsteps creeping closer, ready to attack.

Don't hurt me, I only came to fulfill what was agreed upon. ''That's the way I like it'' he let out a slight hypocritical laugh ''let's see with your right hand take out all the money you brought and throw it to the ground, as fast as possible, the other hand don't even think of putting it down because any strange movement will empty the gun in your forehead''. Noah listening to what this one told him began to abide by the rules of the game, so he slowly lowered his right hand and began to check his pocket, then quickly pulled the bales of Euro bills out of his pocket and threw them on the ground.

You?" Her voice trembled when she looked at the man in front of her. Sheer trepidation ran through her spine when he gave her a mocking smirk. Her fingers clutched around the door knob and her chest started falling and rising due to her uneven breathing. "Yes, baby, it's me." He took a step forward but Hazel was quick enough to push the door close. Just when she threw her strength upon the door, Adnan used his forearm in resisting that jerk and pushed the door open, making her stumble back. The glass from her hand fell, a loud thud disturbing the fearful environment, and liquid from it splashed around the white tiles, staining their shine.

Meeting Dante. Life events, big and smalI, that'd shaped me into who and where I was today. How many more of those did I have left, if any? Pressure squeezed the oxygen from my lungs. Get down. But I couldn't. Thud. Thud. Thud. He was here. The last thud finally kicked my fight or flight into high gear. My body jerked, a gasp of life in the face of death, but it was too late. The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin.