Game Of Inches Novels & Stories

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.]

“Night’s coming. Stay close.” As we move, I notice something strange: the vines part for me. Subtly, but enough that I don’t have to push through. The others don’t seem to notice, but Kael does. His eyes flick to me, then to my wrist, where the mark burns faintly beneath the fabric. The Game is responding again. Only this time, I think it’s afraid. I think it is afraid of me.

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”

He set his glass down with a deliberate clink and stepped away from the blonde, who pouted but wandered off. “Stay away from me, intern,” he said, closing the gap between us. His heat hit me, whiskey and cedar, overwhelming the gala’s perfume-soaked air. “I hate the mere sight of you.” I held my ground, my heart pounding. “I will stay away from you as soon as you finish answering my questions.” My voice shook, but I thrust my notebook forward, my own questions scrawled inside. “Five minutes. That’s all I need.” He laughed, a cold, bitter sound, and turned, striding toward a group of teammates across the room. My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms. He was toying with me, making me cha

The scent grew fainter as I shifted into my wolf form and started running, following it wherever it led me. It led me to the mating party, a gathering I had never attended before. Parties weren't my thing, and the same went for Jack. We were practically twins from different mothers, the only difference being that I was stronger and calmer, while he was more aggressive and quick to anger. As I walked inside, following the scent, I saw Jess, but I wasn't there for her. I paid no attention to her, and instead, my eyes fell upon the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was wearing a strapless fishtail gown that accentuated her curves in all the right places. The deep shade of emerald green

She closed her eyes briefly. 'You are playing a game, and games have rules' she reminded herself. She would not let how dangerously good Dominic Rourke looked make her forget that. 'He is just a tool in this game.' She told herself as she left the mall.