Game Onyx Novels & Stories

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

And that was beneficial for me, I could barely stand Onyx and bringing Elijah back to her life means bringing him back to my life and I can't stand him. "You can't go," I said, my voice firm and rigid. I tried not to give away too much from my voice because Onyx might not be bright but she isn't stupid she can tell when someone is giving her bullshit from a mile away, that skill of hers had been an important tool for us in our business, she is a good bullshit detector. Onyx raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me? I can go wherever I want." she paused and dropped the coffee cup which she was holding in her hand on the cup holder and adjusted her stance a bit.

I squeezed Jonas’s hand before moving to Osirus’ side as he called everyone to order. “Our first game is to see how many kills you can obtain in half an hour, only using your Goddess-given abilities. We will hunt in teams of ten. The winner will get their choice of a date partner for tonight. The date will be at any restaurant in the area and paid for by my father. Now, who wants to be in the first group?” he asked. I thrust my hand confidently into the air. “I want to go.”

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

“And he wanted you to shoot Tasha too, right?” “Our order was to shoot her if you didn’t react.” He jumped at Onyx's growl. “Tell us about the game preserve,” ordered Onyx. Eyes wide, Ray gawked. After a moment, he finally spoke. “I don’t know what you’re—” “Don’t play with me, Ray,” growled Onyx. “I really don’t know how much longer I can stay calm. Answer me.” “I don’t know where it is—we’re blindfolded the whole way there.” He sounded smug that he didn’t have the answer.

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“Let’s finish the game.” “He better not start anything,” Declan muttered as we all moved back to our positions. “He won’t,” I cut in quickly. Jackson raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” “He just won’t, okay?” I insisted Or at least I hoped so. Jackson didn’t look convinced, but he dropped it. The game resumed, loud and chaotic, but my focus wasn’t really there anymore. Every serve, every laugh, every shout blurred at the edges. Because even when I wasn’t looking at him—I could feel him.

So are the people in the VIP rooms who discuss this technique book. “This advanced martial arts technique, Nine Moon Slash will start at 500,000 gold, no less than 50,000 gold each offer," said the old man. "550,000 gold!" Room 5 is buzzing. “600,000 gold!” Room 4 counters. It seems they want to compete again, but this time they make Xiao Long happy because it's his property. "1 million gold." Finally, the third-floor VIP room began to sound. The offer came from Room 7.

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

“You moved from New York to Philadelphia. Now you’re applying in DC. That’s a pattern.” “I like new challenges.” “Or you’re running.” I met his gaze. “Everyone’s running from something, Mr. Hart. The question is whether they can still perform.” He didn’t reply but he didn’t react either. His gaze just remained fixed on me, studying me for a while. “Where is the market heading in six months?” he finally asked after a minute or two of silence. “Tech is overvalued. AI is bloated. There will be a correction.”