Gerald's Game Novel Novels & Stories

I deleted the message. The hotel room was silent. I packed, checked out, and took a cab to the airport. The terminal glass reflected my pale face, but I didn't cry. Maybe when the heart truly dies, tears stop coming. Before boarding, an unknown number sent me a message. [Eliana, Luca is looking for you. Where did you go?] I powered off my phone. As the plane lifted, Chicago's lights fell away beneath me. North Dock, Spade Casino, the lake house--all of them shrank into blurred points of light. I had finally left the game.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

LORD OF THE UNDERGORUND SOCIETY CHAPTER 73 [Same face, but with a different persona] It was after four in the afternoon in Belize, yet the agitation on Gerry’s bloodstreams seems like it couldn’t wait much longer. The Marlboro he lighted in a fewer seconds a moment ago was already left discarded, ashes fell on the floor, it was in an attempt to appease how nerve wracking he was onset with the mere thought of that gun being pointed at his head. He wasn’t usually a bum, no fear coated eyes, but to face Pablo Garcia, the gantillo [ the gun’s trigger] he hold never had given Gerry an assurance that he would sprawled dead on the floor. His threat he meant to commit, if given by chances to do so

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

They didn't know what the reality was they just lived with an allure of freedom. "Dude where are you going? Join us we got booze and games" Gabriel said happily pressing the game pad. It was Blake's downfall they were celebrating. "I got the next game, let me fetch something from my room" "Be quick man, you got every reason to smile here" Gerald said taking a second to look at him and he also had this wide smile across his face that made him look younger. Gideon believed it could still knock off some ladies. "Okay" he said and ran upstairs.

I replied. He head inside my apartment, after that Gerald close the door. As if someone is following him. I immediately pointed my gun to his head when he face me. "What's your game, huh?" I stated. "Put the gun down, Nicholas." "I'm not putting the gun down unless you tell me what's your game, Gerald. I already had enough! So, leave me alone and leave my apartment!" "I came to talked to you. Please, listen to me. I'm didn't came here to speak about my revenge. He wouldn't believe me if I told him, that's why I did my best to look for you."

“HISTORICAL DATA CAN NOT BE ALTERED. YOU WILL CORRUPT ENTIRE CYCLES.” “Good,” I said. The word came out short. Sharp. A single book on a high shelf exploded, showering us in fragments of a world I didn’t recognize—a field of stars, a train station, a face I’d never seen. The pieces dissolved before they hit the ground, but not before I saw new labels trying to write themselves in the gaps. STANDARD TRAGIC… I slashed again. REWRITTEN. The Game’s summaries had always been lies wrapped in official language.

I kept a hand near my quiver, ready to supply, ready to do whatever would keep them both breathing. We fought as a unit. Cass cut, Kael slammed, Riven danced and bled and kept returning; I kept my bolts singing. For a breath it was just work muscle and timing and cold calculation. Then Gerald changed. One second he was on his knees, hands clawing at nothing, the next he screamed. It was the kind of scream that takes the skin off your teeth. Every rogue froze and turned as one, like they’d heard the call of a bell none of us could see.

Elyra stops speaking. Therin swears under his breath. “Yeah. We don’t say her name anymore.” A rolling boom echoes through the corridor, like a bell rung underwater. The three of us freeze. Elyra’s fire gutters out in her palms. Therin draws his blade. The Game is waking again. But no Herald appears. No rules. No announcement. Just a whisper curling around the chamber like smoke. “Find him.” I close my eyes, breath shaking. Kael.

His eyes flickered with a glint of malevolence. Without a moment's hesitation, Gerald burst through the door confronting Mark head-on. The room erupted in chaos furniture scattering as both men struggled against each other their lives entwined by a dangerous game. "What's going on here? Why would you barge into my room like that?" Mark said, anger filled in his voice. Gerald moved closer to him and punched him hard on the face. "Do you think you can go Scot free after blackmailing Hazel? Everything ends tonight and I will make sure you suffer."