Game Of Inches Novels & Stories

I crouched in the cramped hiding spot, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was dark and damp, the walls covered in moss and mildew. The only light came from a small crack in the wall, and I could see the shadows of footsteps passing by outside. My body shook with fear as I listened to the hushed whispers of Logan and Fanny. They were talking about killing someone, and the name "Draco" kept coming up. Their voices were low and urgent, and I strained to hear every word.

The stump of his leg dragged through the snow, leaving a long, vivid trail of blood behind him. He pressed his filthy, mud-blackened hands over his face as he scrambled, terrified that I might look at him for even one second longer. I stood still and watched him flail and struggle in the snow. I felt nothing. No anger. No pity. No satisfaction from revenge fulfilled. The past Lily had died in that basement apartment. And the man groveling in the gutter before me meant less to me than a stranger. He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself.

“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.

It’s real. Slowly, Dominique Gray turns his head toward my direction, like he can sense my presence already with the way I kept glaring at him from where I’m standing, and for a long second, our eyes lock, both of us staring at each other. And for the first time, since I knew this man existed, I could simply read the look on his face and the fiery look in his eyes. He’s started a game, a very dangerous game, and he has no intention of losing.

If I get the chance to see Finn in person, I swear I’ll mess up his face. When I reached the doorway of the building, it felt like I was in a horror movie scene. It's creepy here. How old is this building? I stayed where I was standing. I won’t rely on my instincts to go inside. If I step in, I can detect danger from a distance.

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.

At this proximity, I could feel his warm breath against my face. I suddenly leaned forward, and he instinctively turned his head, avoiding me. The gesture ignited my temper. Unable to resist, I spat a mouthful of wine right into his face. Droplets slid down his sharply defined features and disappeared into his collar, leaving behind an oddly charged atmosphere. Calmly, I grabbed a tissue, wiped my mouth, and casually tossed it at his face. "Sorry, couldn't help myself." Zach shot to his feet, hurling the bottle to the ground with a loud crash. The shards flew everywhere, one slicing into my exposed calf.