Novel & Cerita Innocent Games

What can be more spicy news than this! " And in charge of which crime?" Sehreyar asked the inspector with his pissed off voice. This time, Asif opened his mouth and said taunting Sehreyar," Ask him, in charge of how many crimes?" Sehreyar only glared at Asif when the inspector chuckled and started saying," In charge of fraud, producing fake products and fooling the innocent people and for doing illegal dug businesses." Sehreyar just lost his control over his anger and asked the inspector angrily, "Do you have any prove and arrest warrant? Or, you are just bubbling some nonsense".

The room was dead silent for a moment. "That is utterly insane," Lucas breathed. "We're standing inside an invisible tower and we pilot walking tanks as a profession," Dan replied. "Our lives are insane, Lucas. This is just normal by now." "How the hell did Centrepoint get ahold of this?" Alyx demanded. Although her gaze was sharp, I knew her well enough now to recognize an uncharacteristic tinge of panic in her voice.

From the beginning of the auction, he was unnoticed due to his sitting angle, not until he wheeled himself forward. Vincenzo cursed under his breath. The game had just changed. Three players. This time around, no one dared to join. Vincenzo muttered several words under his breath before dropping his paddle, leaving the two bidders. “Going for 11 million once….” “Going for 11 million twice….” “15 million”. I calmly interrupted. Ohh..okay….The auctioneer stammered trying to find his words. “Going for….” “15.5 million”. The man chirped.

The typing dots lingered. Bad Boy: Guide me? To where? Your God? Or your bedroom? My stomach dropped. I clenched my thighs together under the table, fighting the rush that pooled low in my belly. Gloria: Don’t be disrespectful. This isn’t a game. Bad Boy: Everything’s a game, pastor’s wife. Some people just too holy to admit they like to play. I sucked in air, my heart thrumming painfully. He wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t like the brothers in church who lowered their gaze, who bowed with Yes ma, No ma.

He smirks. Lia blushed as she slightly nodded her head. "Hello ." The boy looked her over and liked what he saw. He picked a strand of her hair and touched it softly. "Um..?" "I'm sorry. Your hair is beautiful. My name Penn." He smiles as he lets her hair go. "Wanna have a quickie new girl?" His smirk growing and Lia only frowned her brows as she didn't understand what Penn was asking of her. Lia blushed from embarrassment and thought for a second. Quickie... Was that a game normal teenagers like to play? "O-okay, I'd love to play!" She smiles as she sits more properly in the chair she was in. Swinging her legs softly.

And she silently prayed that tomorrow wouldn’t bring another crack in the fragile marriage they were both pretending to hold together. Sahara stood at the sink, her hands submerged in the soapy water, the temperature just shy of too hot. She watched the white bubbles slide over the ceramic plates, scrubbing in rhythmic, mechanical circles. It was a mundane task, a necessary anchor to keep her mind from drifting too far into the dangerous territory of what lay between her and Leaf. The steam curled up from the drain, fogging the window slightly. She reached for a glass, her fingers slippery with soap, and focused entirely on the squeak of the sponge against the surface.

His heart skips a beat, a rush of emotions washing over him—confusion, warmth, and something else he can’t quite name. “Ah... good thing there’s a town ahead,” Arthur says, deliberately ignoring Madin’s declaration. It’s nearly dawn, and most of the town’s businesses are beginning to open. Madin says nothing in response. Arthur removes his outer robes, leaving himself in a simple shirt and trousers. They approach several open shops, asking around for a place to rest. Finally, they find a small inn tucked away from the main street. When they enter, a cheerful woman greets them. “Whoa... isn’t this just the definition of beauty and handsomeness? Welcome to Gracious Inn.”

After saying that, she excused herself to attend a call from Killian. “If you somehow manage to win, will you treat us?” asked Ginger, a sly glint in her eyes. Sera nodded, unaware of her true intentions. Gigi mocked, “How about Harvest Moon?” Sera was dumbfounded. Harvest Moon was one of the most expensive hotels in their state. “And why would she take you? You haven’t done anything to help her in the competition,” Hannah countered, her eyes narrowed at her older sister. “Well…. Sharing happiness makes it grow,” Ginger argued with a shrug.

" She pinched her throat innocently. Neil was baffled with her response; he realized that, after hearing what she was saying, he felt really ashamed about his own behaviour now. How dumb he was to ignore her innocence. ‘I am really sorry; please don’t’ be angry with me," she very innocently said. He was bowled over by her words and continued to stare into her innocent doe eyes. ‘I…I don’t know…really…." ‘Shh...’ He pushed her slightly against the wall behind her. I am not angry at you. ‘Really?’ She beamed, relived with his words. ‘Hmm..." he mumbled, and he took her face in his hands, bending his head until their lips touched. He gently started to nibble her lips.