Game Of Inches Novels & Stories

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.

My focus nееdеd to rеmain unwavеring, fixеd on thе gamе that unfoldеd within thе familial confinеs. Anothеr chеss piеcе in thе intricatе match was Johnson. With calculatеd prеcision, I paid off onе of my mеn to carry out a grim task – thе tеrmination of Johnson within thе hospital walls. Thе timing alignеd with thе Wilsons' family dinnеr, a stratеgic movе to еnsurе Mary rеmainеd еntanglеd in our intricatе narrativе.

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.

Her body was so fragile. He pulled out and slammed back inside her. His eyes roamed over her body and he could not admire the art he has done on her satin skin, delicate self and the body underneath him sprawled and writhing. He held her throat with his one hand and bit on the skin of her neck, earning himself another moan and that worsened the fire inside him because she moaned nothing else but his name. She called out his name, raising one leg and hooking it around his hip. It gave him better access as he drilled himself into her core until she came hard on his length, moaning his name breathlessly.

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.

He turned around to leave. He felt too weak to stay any longer. "I will come back another time." He whispered as if comforting himself. ******** "What's the response from the other end?" Ace's cold voice rang in the chilly office. The man standing before the desk, standing at 6'1, with broad shoulders and eagle eyes slowly bowed, his eagle eyes held fear at the moment, "He wasn't the one. The report was..."

An angry crowd of Mafia formed around us and he tipped up my chin, “You have one last chance, woman. Get back in that house and bring me that son of a bitch. I don't care what you have to do, but do what is necessary or I’ll be forced to show you the consequences of failure on my father’s behalf.“ ~ I didn’t know how long I had been clamped up on the balcony’s floor but I slowly pulled myself to my feet. A silver case shone on the floor in the moonlight and I picked it up recognizing it instantly. It was his lighter case. He had dropped it behind. The case had an inscription on it “A” with the familiar symbol of an axe which I was sure I’d seen somewhere. I ran my thumb over the inscription

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]