Gerald's Game Book Review Novels & Stories

He went on, "Ms. Sutherland, this is my fault. I'm offering you 15% of Ziegler Group as an apology. As for the 30 billion dollars, that's for proposing to you." After he said that, his gaze remained locked on me. I pursed my lips and studied him more carefully. Charles was no less handsome than Samuel. If anything, he surpassed Samuel in looks. He was more mature and composed. Back then, Samuel had pushed himself relentlessly because everyone favored Charles. He wanted to prove he was better and more capable. Well, he had succeeded. But seeing Charles again now, I suddenly understood something. Some people—like Charles and Whitney—didn't need to prove anything. Their presence alone secured t

Her files cascaded to the floor in a chaotic avalanche, pages fluttering like startled birds. Silence blanketed the space. Zach snapped, "Clumsy much? Those are confidential!" Oblivious to his ire, she looked in my direction, her voice quivering with awe. "Mr. Stuart? I didn't expect to see you here."

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.

He hung up, then returned my phone to me. "Pick up whenever I call you." He said without glancing at me. I alighted from the car with the door closing itself. I opened the backseat door and grabbed my backpack. Killian soon zoomed off, the car's speed was smooth as fuck. I wasn't even the only person staring at the Lamborghini as it was driven off. Almost every student who arrived at the college that morning stared at the car. Godwin’s College was your average middle-class school—most of us had probably never seen a Lambo in real life until today. That alone gave me something to brag about.

Three to two, Lucia. I finally won my first game and Julia lost again. I was quite excited by the game play thus far and climaxed quickly. After I did, I opened the second bottle of wine. Lisa won the next game, Lucia losing. Lisa was more passive in letting Lucia give her pleasure. Julia won the next game, and I lost again, so now they were tied and I'd tasted all three of the women. My face was fairly covered with their cum as I hadn't bother wiping my face each time I'd lost.

Deceitful Indulgence Patrick Sylas loosely jotted something down. He wasn’t sure if it was gibberish or if he was writing what he saw. Whatever he scribbled, it was beyond the purpose of their meeting. Editor Sylas glanced down, his dark brows furrowed. He managed to write something coherent. Annoyed, he ripped the page clean off and folded it twice. Pat stuffed it in between random areas to forget about it. He was lucky. The staff seated in front and on his side were too busy to watch his movements.

The silence of the room pressed in, but for once he didn’t fill it with old patterns. After a while he closed the book around his finger, staring at the cover. The exercise still felt foreign. Sitting with the frustration instead of feeding it was new territory, and he wasn’t sure he trusted it but still, he remained on the bed with the pages open, giving the unfamiliar approach more time than he ever had before. A light knock sounded on the door before it opened. Gerald stepped in, then stopped when he saw the books on the bed. “You’re actually reading them.”

But it unluckily doesn't work. I am even more nervous. What is the Game they're talking about? "Once you're in the game, exercise your brain and heart. Don't just use your heart or your mind, but use them both." She took a deep breath and looked around. "The Game is necessary as being an official Zoner. It is never stated in Book Of A Zoner as to answer what it is but once you step into it, all the questions you want to be answered regarding it will also be heard. You will know its purpose and dive profoundly into its enigmas. "

they all said. We returned by taking a longer off-road path. The route constricted gradually, and we marched in a single line. I felt myself distancing myself from everyone, allowing them to stay ahead until they were gone. I was there contemplating. I looked in the direction of our house, wondering if someone would mention the idea that I'd come up with a very fascinating game, of having a killer and a target, where two sides had comical disadvantage over the other, and vice versa. I know the only way this game will be accepted by adults is if they recognize the potential of this game to be something more than it appears to be.

As such, he never expected her to be a hidden beast in farming monsters. He asked curiously, "Giselle, who were you supporting in the past? Is he great at the game as well?" Other than that, he couldn't think of another reason why someone of her skill level would willingly play support. Giselle nonchalantly said, "He's trash at it." When it came to gaming, Jonathan indeed wasn't great at it at all. When he was playing offense, it was incredibly hard for him to rank up. Whenever a season was about to end, she would secretly log into both of their accounts to rank up by herself.