Novel & Cerita J Sterling The Perfect Game

The game was on. The perfect revenge!!

As usual, the bill is split, I pay first with my master card, but as Chimamanda is about to pay with her own master card, the door opens and a hot guy comes in with his body guards. I'm still accessing him, but I could see Chimamanda from my peripheral vision gawking at him. This is the first time I've seen her getting so attracted to a guy this way. Then it occurs to me that nobody is meant to enter here as we are still shopping. I'm sensing trouble right now. If it were me I wouldn't mind, but Chimamanda obviously does. The stranger approached us and said our names. "Wow!" It seems as if someone knows us" I say to myself blushing. I dare not say that out loud.

That is all this is. I took a long drink from my cup and looked at the ceiling briefly and blinked back the heat building behind my eyes. Camila leaned in from the side. “No girl can resist that. I couldn’t myself, so I understand completely why you are head over heels.” She paused. “But that is just who the Sterling brothers are. Hot. Magnetic. They know exactly how to make a woman lose her mind. It just never ends well. Not for any girl. Not for you either, and that is why I feel sorry for you every time I look at you.” She looked back at the room. “They are players. And players play hard to win. They don’t love. They see that as a weakness. You are too smart to believe they will change fo

His combat skill is genuinely terrifying! [I take back everything I said about him. This isn't a mad dog, this is the most loyal guard dog in existence! He takes a bullet and doesn't even flinch, and the first thing he does is check if she was scared!] [The contrast is brutal... look at Julian, he went straight for Amber without even thinking. Celeste picking Ryder was the smartest move she's ever made.] [Julian is done. Not just his skills; his loyalty was never really to her either. He never deserved to be a bodyguard.]

One profile had a red tab attached to it. *Adam Kareem.* Senior Systems Administrator. Anderson Group. "Who is he?" Daniel looked up. "The first door." Victor settled back into his chair, completely at ease while Daniel stood there feeling like the floor was tilting beneath him. "Adam has gambling debts, significant ones that keep a man awake at night." Daniel flipped through the pages, seeing bank statements, casino records, loan documentation all meticulously organized. Someone had done serious research on this man. "He's desperate," Victor continued, watching him. "Desperate people make mistakes and mistakes create opportunities for us!"

I want to grab Annalia and ask what's wrong but I'm not able to. “Alright everyone gather round we're about to play a game”. The voice says. “Come on”. Mari drags I and Annalia to a log the boys follow behind. “So the name of the game that we will be playing is Name the Tune”. I look to the middle of the big circle the logs formed and see some musical instruments there.

I was a Huxx myself. He tilted his head at me, running his tattooed hand through his hair before he raised an eyebrow, "oh, then what is your name, sweetheart?" "Doll." "Your real name." "That is my real name." "Your real name is Doll? I don't know what to tell you, sweetheart, but Doll isn't a name, a doll is a toy. Which is exactly what you are to them." My fingers tightened around the fork as my gaze sharpened on him, "sweetheart isn't my name," I told him in a stern yet meek voice. I could never raise my voice, "doll is my name."

"that's good it's beautiful from here. Hey do you want to play a game" "if you want to play board games then sorry I suck at it" "Nah, I am talking about twenty questions" "Okay but I will go first, what is your favourite spot" " I like to be in the open air so I spend most of my timer on the terrace" "Ohh, your turn now" After two miners of silence, he said "who do you hate the most" "I don't hate maybe I am disappointed by some people but I don't hate anyone"

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag

"Why now? Why would he wait seven years to show his face, only to do it at a press conference in London? Do you think he was the one who blocked my exit today? Do you think he was trying to force me to reveal myself?" "It’s possible," Sam said, shrugging her shoulders as she tucked her iPad under her arm. "Jude Wolfe plays a very dirty, very high-stakes game. But then, there is also that tall, arrogant little witch called Tessa Sterling. Personally, my money is on her. She’s probably still digging gravel out of her radiator after Turn Nine, and she is definitely the type to pay some thugs to pull your helmet off." She began walking toward the heavy metal exit door that led to the private ele