Game Shakers Trip Novels & Stories

A slightly darker brown wolf than mine pushes me, and I push back. Willow. We play for hours until we get tired. "We really had fun, Nala, thanks," Dash says. "Don't thank me...I should thank you. You made me realize I needed the old me back.” "Yeah, we missed the old you, too," Shelby says. "Me too," I say as I bid my friends goodbye. Well, I had fun, I think to myself as I clean up.

I mulled over this idea, it wouldn’t hurt to go through with this and hopefully, by the end of it, they’d understand and see things from my perspective. “So when do we leave?” I asked. “In an hour,” James answered immediately. We made the most of our vacation during the following few days, which were full of excitement and peace. I wasn’t into it at first but as the days rolled along, I found myself looking forward to my various adventures with the Alpha triplets. We would often spend our mornings relaxing on the mansion's restricted wing while the entourage of staff served us breakfast on the private balcony with a view of the lake below.

Declan laughed, then threw yet another stone. A speck in memories sparked at that. I could remember the snake. The whole big black of it. I laughed, “I can remember. Fucker nearly sent me to heaven.” I shook my head. “Right.” Julian smiled. “So why are we back here?” I asked them. Julian and Declan looked at each other, and then back at me, then at the sun that was fast setting, “We wanted to spend the day with you.” “We are triplets. We spent the entire day together.” I rolled my eyes.

Zhairo was also busy on his incoming exam, mama and papa were busy with their bakery. I looked at Rina and Zoey who were still bickering about sexual pleasure. Maybe it would be good if I ask them to come with me and bring our other co-flight attendants. With that thought in mind, I resumed packing and decided to ask them later before we go. Luckily, Rina and Zoey have agreed and told our other workmates to go too, so, everyone agreed to call this as another bonding session. One of them, Rocky, a gay, joked that this is our second time letting off some steam after a successful flight. The first one was our drinking session at the club at Asia Hotel, the other one was this.

Trisha was forced to run after him to catch up. "Now can you tell me where we're going?" she demanded. She froze as familiar chatter reached her ears and she turned around to find a gaming store beside her. Granted it still wasn't the normal stores she was used to, but a gaming store she could at least understand. "Can we go here?" Kanda nodded. "If that's what you wish. By all means." Trisha didn't even wait for his answer. She was already in the store. Champions of Clevania merchandise was everywhere. The latest expansion was being advertised and a pair of men were chatting to each other about the new world boss.

He huffed as he shook his head, his hair bouncing. “What the fluff is going on here?” Gabe asked, as his finger wagged back and forth between me and my mate. “Well, I—” “This is a girls trip. It’s supposed to be the two of us. We’ve always wanted to do a road trip together,” Gabe started. “You’re not a girl,” Shane pointed out, interrupting my best friend. Gabe rolled his eyes. “This is a besties trip and you. are. not. a. bestie. Adea is supposed to be all mine today,” Gabe whined.

"Leslie, the Sanders family is on the verge of collapse. I hope you can acquire the Sanders Group. As long as you give me some shares, I'll sell it to you at the lowest price!" As he spoke, Adam rubbed his hands together, the scheming in his eyes evident. I rolled my eyes, feeling incredulous. "Get lost!" Just as I was about to close the door, Adam shouted, "Leslie, you'll definitely love this gift!" "Honey, I'm really sorry! Will you give me another chance?" Wendy suddenly appeared and tried to throw herself into my arms. I quickly turned aside to avoid her, and Wendy missed. She stared at me, looking somewhat resentful.

“You broke your own rule, sir. Violated the contract.” Congrats to my mouth for filing that lawsuit unprompted. If a decent kiss isn’t on the table, then compensation better be. And I charge extra for near-death experiences. Against every bet I’d placed—and I’d placed a lot, with terrible odds—Grey shakes his head. “No, I didn’t.” The words are quiet. Certain. And they gut me more than the kiss did. Then his face… shifts. Confusion, uncertainty, doubt—the whole emotional clearance rack, marked down and on display. Things I’ve never seen on Mr. Grey before.