Gerald's Game Novel Novels & Stories

“Yeah… just tired. Long night.” Gerald’s jaw ticked. “He’s fine. Restless is all.” Dad chuckled. “Gaming will do that. Get some sleep when we get back, kid.” I didn’t answer. Just stroked faster, quiet, shallow pulls. My balls drew tight. So close already from the risk, the fullness still leaking out of me, Gerald watching in the mirror. Dad asked Gerald something about the Panthers’ secondary. Gerald answered—clipped, distracted. I came silently, body locking, come pulsing hot over my fist inside the sweats. One muffled shudder. Bit the inside of my cheek hard.

There was a slight hint in her voice asking him to have nothing for her to do. “No. Not unless you want to clean the refrigerator out.” “Not really,” she said over her shoulder, disappearing. “I didn’t think so,” Gabe said under his breath. Smiling, he took the controller to the PS 2 to begin a new round of Grand Terismo 3. He figured she would be gone most of the night, and he could work on getting the ‘super license’ on the game. He had been playing it nearly three weeks and wanted to get to a new level.

A scream slipped out of my mouth as I found myself rolling on the floor,he targeted my chest with his claws but I was quick to shove to the other end,my back rubbing against the broken trees and sticks. “Let's fight him!”. I know I wouldn't win if I fought this man in the war field, and talked more about the current state I was in. “Touch her and I will destroy you!”. Kael charged towards him with red eyes,but Gerald ducked her blows while I scampered to my feet with a drumming heart. I felt my heart torn out of my ribcage as I watched Kael trying to dig her claws into Gerald's neck fearlessly. Something was odd, because Gerald kept on ducking her attacks even when he knew he can backfire he

she replied, her eyes sparkling with challenge. The game master's voice boomed once more, and they were off again. This time, the air was thick with strategy and tension. They had learned from their earlier mistakes, and the playing field was more balanced. Aiden and Ashley stuck close together, using their knowledge of each other's moves to outwit their opponents. They ducked behind barriers, weaving through the laser beams that crisscrossed the air. Ashley's heart raced as she heard footsteps approaching. She poked her head out, gun at the ready, and spotted Genevieve peeking around a corner. Their eyes met for a split second before the air was filled with a barrage of neon red. They had b

Then the final signal appeared. The fortress gates opened. Every warrior shifted at once. The field exploded with beasts. Massive forms surged forward through smoke and fire. Claws tore into dirt. Fangs gleamed beneath flames. And suddenly, the night no longer looked like a battlefield. It looked like something feral had been unleashed. Genaro’s strategy had always been painfully simple. That was what made it dangerous. The first signal: An explosion filled with Hazel powder. The second: The same. But stronger. Closer.

Whatever was really happening here, it was bigger than five million dollars. I set the cigarette down and rubbed my face with both hands. And then there was Elena. I sat back again, staring at the ceiling. What new game are you playing, Elena? She entertained me. She always had. From the moment she walked into my office for that interview, I’d known there was something more to her than a polished resume and sharp answers. I’d found out about Daniel. I’d watched her play her game. And I’d played mine right alongside her. But somewhere along the way, the game had become more than just a game. I wanted her, more than I wanted to catch this thief. But I am capable of getting both.

Rara must be home. "Let's play games." Cheer Gerald. "What games?" "This is only child's game. But guaranteed, the sadness will decrease. Ready?" I nodded. Gerald explained that the game uses fingers as usual for children to do. I just closed my eyes after that Gerald poked my nose, and I just had to guess which finger was used to drive my nose and be honest. I excitedly got involved because I was good at guessing. I closed my eyes, Gerald quickly poked my nose. I know what finger it is. With a smile, I replied. "little finger." I exclaimed.

At one point, Montez leaned subtly toward her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Why does he look at you like that?” Her breath caught. “You’re imagining things.” But Montez’s hand tightened over hers beneath the table, his suspicion unrelenting. Yanov raised his glass. “To partnerships,” he said. “Old and new.” Crystal clinked around the table. But when Yanov’s gaze locked with Amira’s across the rim of his glass, the message in his eyes was unmistakable. Amira’s stomach knotted as she forced herself to sip her wine. They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

I didn't want you and Mom fighting every day. Brady finally snapped back to himself and pulled Owen into his arms. Gently patting his back, he tried to comfort him. "So you were the one who hit Uncle Gideon first? And he only pushed you after that? "And the glass on the floor... that was because you threw the cup at him?" Owen looked up at Brady's serious expression and answered honestly. "Yes." Brady's hand froze midair. Slowly, he turned toward the window, lost in thought.