Gerald's Game Novel Novels & Stories

Gerald said gently, his calm infuriating me even more, “Step back, we’ll handle this. Losing your temper will only make it worse.” I exhaled sharply, jaw locked. “I don’t step back when people start playing games with my life.” Then Gerald’s phone buzzed. He checked the screen, eyes narrowing. “It’s handled,” he murmured. “What’s handled?”

Asher. Sunday, 21st February. One day later. Morning. We’re at combat training. I always keep my men in top form. I don’t need them failing the pack. I don’t need them breaking the pack. Not like they failed the pack, when they let Gerald die. Never again. I tackle one of the newly recruited male gammas and slam him to the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Snow rises around us. The combat ring goes silent except for his choking gasp.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

She had heard stories from Steel about the hundred thousand soldiers and how Geras would have been destroyed if not for them. Without Geras, they would not have located the Godkey. And without the Godkey, none of what they were enjoying at that moment would be possible. "Father..." Nova softly said as she grabbed Adrian's wrist. Adrian glanced at her and replied, "Let's keep moving." Nova nodded, and the pair left the camp to walk along the railway. On one side of the railway tracks were stone steles, each boosting the engravings of a soldier and their life's achievements.

Finally, Nero stood, adjusting his cufflinks in that unhurried, deliberate way that meant only one thing: decision made. “I’ll meet Viktor again,” he said finally. “If he wants a game, I’ll play it. But this time, I’m setting the rules.” Nico nodded. “When?” “Tonight.” “Alright, boss. I’ll have it arranged.” Nero was gathering a few papers from the desk, but Nico’s attention was drawn elsewhere. His eyes landed on the discarded book Nero had tried to hide earlier, and a strange curiosity gripped him. Without thinking, he leaned over and moved the folder that Nero had placed over it, and then froze.

“Good. Let's do this.” **END OF FLASHBACK** Instantly, gunshots sounded outside before the doors to the hall burst open, Matamoros and his men tripping into the room with guns drawn as they fired at some of Liam's men standing around the basement. Gerald took advantage of the distraction, using all his might to smash his chained hands on the head of one of the four men holding him in place. While the man was falling, Gerald grabbed his gun. Throwing himself, he did a spin in the air and shot the other three men right in their heads. Their lifeless bodies thudded onto the floor.

She shrieked in pain after he kicked her stomach. “How dare you call me a coward! You b*tch!” Gerald slapped Gloria’s face sending her facing down on the thick snow. He then pressed her back with his foot and pointed a gun on the back of her head, “On the count of three. One.. Two..” “I’m here!” I walked closer to Gerald with my hands raised by the side. Slowly, I walked towards them, taking my time to reach them while my army took place into a planned formation. I had to thank Drake for that. He was indeed a good war strategist.

“It stuck with me.” I bit my lip, certain the Clifford story went far beyond what I knew. Apparently, it wasn’t just my past buried deep—Gabe Clifford kept his hidden too. “I’ll play,” Gabe decided. “Even though it’s my first time, I know I’ll do well.” He boasted. “As for me,” Jorel sighed, “I’m not great at board games.” “Or any kind of game!” Gabe laughed, for the first time seeming to enjoy himself without meaning to hurt Jorel.

Gerald was undeniably attractive, but he seemed immune to female charms. He reached the table, greeted his companions, and took a seat. A poker game began, mixed with chatter, laughter, and glasses of whiskey. “If you lose tonight, I’ll pick the woman you’ll take to bed,” Kevin proposed, smirking with mischief. Gerald snorted, shaking his head. “I’m not interested in sex,” he replied, remembering Bianca, the woman he thought he had loved. He sighed, recalling how she had rejected him when his family’s ruin loomed.

Cherish continued to resist, but she couldn't escape. “After Dexter arrives, I will kill him,” said Gilbert, his eyes flashing madly. “Then, we will play a game with the hostages. Those who can defeat me in my game of choice will be allowed to live and continue working in this mansion, with me as the new owner. Aren't I so merciful? Cherish stared at Gilbert, almost popping her eyes. She knew she had no choice but to play his game. “What’s the game?” Cherish asked, her voice small but firm.