Games By The Game Shakers Novels & Stories

Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :)

To him, she had always been ' madam' -- would always remain that way. 'Anyone who plays 'bedroom games' with your boss, especially if your boss has a volatile temper like that of Mr. Pyramid, you need to be wary of and handle with kids gloves, if you intend to live to old age,' Ibrahim had once said to Abdul after a couple of beers too many. On her part, Francesca had long given up the battle of trying to make Ibrahim and Abdul feel free with her and treat their daily encounters informally. Ibrahim and Abdul were anxious to keep her at arms distance, of that there was no doubt.

Driblets of water trickled down Eve's body as she bent her head over the steamy shower. The water made her feel clean, and it made her think nasty things. Alone with a man in his house, she thought. That had been a success. What other games could she play on him? Maybe a game of him never missing a shower with her. Maybe one that would hold him glued to her. Eve shook her head, unsure of what she was doing.

He knew that and used it to his advantage by toying with my emotions and using me. He broke me. But, I rebuilt myself Fixed what he broke And now I'm going to toy with his emotions, exactly the way he did with mine. 3 YEARS AGO Klara (PoV) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 21:00PM "Omg, you're joking right?" I say still laughing "Ya, my brother Matteo and I were huge 'How I Met Your Mother' fans, so he dared me" he replies chuckling "wow, that doesn't seem like you at all" I say, looking up from my drink (my fourth drink)

“Enemies come with power. But this… this reeks of blood. This is personal.” Just then, Enzo barged in, his face grim, phone in hand. “Are you seeing this, boss. It’s bad. Social media’s on fire. Hashtags are trending in every country. #BlackwoodPredator. #JusticeForVictims. #CancelMontez. Protestors are swarming every gate. Security says they can barely hold them back.” “And that’s not all,” he continued. “Partnerships seem to be breaking apart. Contracts are already pulling out. We’ve lost fifty million in assets already and the board is calling for an emergency meeting.”

James looks bored attending his own birthday celebration. Nothing new, nothing interesting for him. Because again, even though this is a birthday celebration event, it is still a gathering place for adult relations, business and covert gossip. From a distance he could see someone had just arrived, James immediately stood up, feeling energetic with full spirit to welcome. Ah, or rather preparing to accept the congratulations of his special invitation.

“God, I hate you so… fucking much.” “I’m well aware. I had to read that… over and over again… and yet, that's not what your body told me when I touched you…” Troy raises her hand to slap him, but he catches it lightning fast. “Look, it's all good. I'm not holding grudges,” Dorian murmurs, his face inches from hers. “In fact, we could still play this game.” “What game?” “The one where you try to make me fall for you. I might actually enjoy this.”

"Got it. I'll be back within a week." I pretended to still be asleep, listening as he hung up and walked closer. His footsteps stopped by the bedside. A burning gaze fell on me, and his inner thoughts came through crystal clear. "The family's urging me to go back and take over the business. It's time to wrap up this little game. Mable's gotten boring, but this fool… Maybe I'll pretend to be ill and have my fun with her. Let's see how stupid she really can be." My eyelashes fluttered slightly, but I kept my eyes closed. Inside, I was scoffing coldly.

he asked. "Yes." "And the video?" "Yes." "You didn't respond." "I didn't know what to say." He stepped closer. "The truth would be a good start." "The truth about what?" "About why you're doing this. About what you want." "I don't—" "Don't lie to me, Diego. Not here. Not now." "This whole thing is a game to you. That's all I am." "Is that what you think?" He was in my space now backing me against the wall. "Then let's play."

When Yvonne saw that the situation could no longer be salvaged, she let go of Naomi and chased after us. From far away, I heard Naomi screeching, along with the chaotic sounds of a brawl. “What do you plan to do next?” Wendy suddenly asked me when we were downstairs. “First, have a personal account. The company is great at making people popular. Since Claude is trending online this time, I’m sure that he will be able to start over soon,” Yvonne answered for me. She sounded completely full of herself. “I’ve never seen your company make anyone truly popular. The only pair that is worth any mention… Heh.” Wendy laughed without finishing her sentence and handed a business card to me.