Infinite Games Book Novels & Stories

My heart was failing but it was at those moments, I felt a strange peace within myself. This is what death feels like… it’s very lonely. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey readers, if you have gotten this far in the chapter, congratulations because you have finished the first book series of A Game of Chess: Queens to King.

Focus, Nemiah! “How about you, Amaris?” Gili called Amaris who was reclining on the bed, reading a strange book. “I’m still full. Enjoy yourselves.” He answered plainly, without even looking in our direction. His eyes seemed really busy on this book he was reading. I wonder what it was. I couldn’t read the cover clearly and the carved words were faded. Looks like it was an aged book. Gili placed his hands on his waist, raising his left brow. He gave me a suspicious look, then to Amaris. “You were both fine before entering this cabin. Did something happen between the two of you while I was shut outside? Did you fight?” He asked us eagerly.

It was tight and narrow for the first time, like squid tentacles, firmly attached to his little brother, almost making it "spit out foam" "Huh, ah--" Viana's voice trembled, and she couldn't help but let out a light hum. The stimulation was too great at first, and it felt a bit raw, but soon, she felt a numbness and wanted to rub it! Her gun was swaying back and forth, and occasionally "humming", asking: "Dear, fast, fast to exercise me, fiercely exercise me!" "As you wish!" Lain groaned, and began to violently stroke, the intense stimulation made Viana scream again and again: "Ah ah ah! It feels great! Ah ah, it's so comfortable to be exercised! Ah ah ah--".

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”