Gerald's Game Novel Novels & Stories

she asked further. “Because I want the treasures, I'm your husband-to-be and I should be the one controlling our money and not you” he said, sweating profusely. Alessia's brows scrunched up on their own in disappointment. “I can see you're just being jealous. The safe box's contents are my father's family's treasure, something that is passed to every first born, I can't break the rule of giving it to an outsider” She spewed out without thinking twice.

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]

He asked nonchalantly and I looked down. “I don’t have any experience in this stuff. I might have stopped when she apologized to me but no… you ignited the fire by this game.” I mumbled, personally not liking where this was all going because I knew the effect would make her suffer. “Wanna concord?” He smirked, pinching me. I didn’t want to lose to him either. “Surely not.” I smirked back, getting down. “I asked Georgia about it.” “That bitch, hmm? I bet she must have told you to do something horrible.” He chuckled, not paying heed to it.

She’s amazing, more so now then ever before. Rae begins explaining before I can ask, “Gerald went from one side of the room to the next yesterday and it made me think. You see, back in my world there was this game I use to play. In this game was a character who could do something similar to that, but was called a blink. Like this.” She started popping up in different area’s of the room. She’ll be standing by the hallway door, then the stairs, behind us, by the library door, then finally in front of us. I was already feeling dizzy watching her. I can tell she’s enjoying herself with her new skill.

I remembered Yuvonne, and I remembered my mom who once wrote to us saying, even if we would die, it should be not on our knees, it was a worst case scenario because I was sitting on my butt not even on my knees, I disappointed her, Yuvonne too, I felt very sorry. "I have the laptop!" Came a very deep voice from the end of the hall, My eyes fluttered open and I smiled in triumph and mixed feelings. It was Julius, the plan didn't deep afterall. Mercury did a job well done. Standing with Julius was, George Benson, Daniel Washington and Ottega Henry against The President, Gal Mayer, The Colonel and Anthony. The game changed and the real war, ready to strike.

However, she seemed tense, like she was doing something really important, and she could not afford to mess up. “Claude, the general manager of Glazed Light is asking for you.” After that brief introduction, she immediately went to stand at the back of the crowd, worried that she would end up getting dragged into this war. When Wendy saw everything before her, she was taken aback. There was a sea of reporters surrounding me, and my colleagues stood at the back with various expressions. Soon, though, she smiled calmly. “Looks like you’re in quite a bit of trouble too.” I feigned relaxation and was just about to speak when Lloyd ran over, like a shark smelling blood.

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.

"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.

Gwenn has done hers. The first thing I did was to go through the records and select the list of potential new council members, Gwenn did the final selection and then I went around creating new legions, I did four more because I knew we would need more warriors to help with the new dangers that were arising. These warriors were sent to deal with the occasional sighting of a creature thought to either be extinct or mythical. When it was too much to handle, my wife was called. Adela was no longer around, going back to wherever she came from and I was a little bit glad about that but it just meant that Gwenn was to go alone for her missions because her companions were gone.

Oh shit, and you were about to say ‘the girls. I rolled my eyes slightly in sarcasm. I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on the edge of the table. My voice was calm but confident . “Because I can’t imagine doing anything else. Because I’ve bled for the game. Because it’s the only place I feel like myself.” Huh, I guess you did know what to say, but why is everyone quiet? Shit, you should’ve just said the money. There was a pause. Gerald finally nodded once. He had the faintest trace of approval in his eyes that vanished as soon as it came, almost like I had imagined it.