J Sterling The Perfect Game Novels & Stories

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

I was like a piece in that family's game. "In this case, I'll say checkmate", Sterling whispers to me.

Feeling his fingers in her cleavage, which reached down to her lower back, made her shiver for a moment… “Are you cold?” he asked. “A little bit,” he answered to disguise it. They drove to the parking lot and Diana could admire her car. A black Maserati that sparkled as if it were an exotic jewel. Ian looked like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for her, and for a moment they stood face to face, almost touching noses. “Come in,” he said hoarsely. The car smelled of him, of his manly perfume. Diana closed her eyes for a moment, she wanted to savor a little the chance of having found her and let herself go for as long as she could.

Inner Devil 2: “???” Sterling further explained, “Sterling attended one of your father’s business talks in Halliport. You were there. To be honest, the first time he saw you, he was smitten. But the word was, you had high standards and rarely dated. Sterling’s company wasn’t thriving at the time. He didn’t think he was worthy.” Inner Devil: ‘Is he talking in the third person?’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Wait. I can’t wrap my head around this.’

“Your collection is even more impressive than you described.” “Sterling,” Elias replied, shaking his hand. “They are eager to please.” Sterling walked slowly down the line of boys. He stopped in front of Ash. He circled him, his gaze analytical. He tapped Ash’s chin, forcing his head up. “Strong jaw. Quiet. I like that.” He moved on to Leo. He ran a finger down Leo’s spine, and Leo shivered, a defiant moan escaping his lips. Sterling’s lips twitched. “And the spirited one. I can smell the brat on you from here. Delicious.”

"And Mr. Sterling is heading this way." I suppress a growl. Arthur Sterling. He’s old money. The kind of money that thinks it doesn't stink because it’s been laundered through three generations of ivy league schools and charitable foundations. He’s a developer who’s been trying to break into our territory for years, using zoning petitions and lawsuits rather than muscle. He approaches us with the swagger of a man who believes he owns the room. He’s sixty, silver-haired, and wearing a tuxedo that fits him poorly around the midsection.

Tool. Perfect.

I might just die if I saw him with a woman as attractive as him. All heads immediately turned towards us as we approached and bowed in respect. Xavier gave them a nod before walking towards the building. The men made a path for us and my eyes widened at the admiration that shone in their eyes as they looked at their alpha. Most of them were much older than Xavier but that didn't seem to matter. Inside the building I realized, was a massive gym and training center. The warriors followed us and I noticed another man waiting for us at the doorway. "Gamma Charlie, this is Roxanne, the wolf from the Black River pack. Roxanne, this is Gamma Charlie," he introduced us and I smiled a little.

Scarlet, unfortunately, was unable to attend because she needed to visit her grandparents this weekend. I finally made it to the game area after weaving my way through the crowd, and Tyler was right there waiting for me. He was dressed in a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned checkered red shirt on top. His brown hair with white highlights was styled in a haphazard manner, giving him a bad boy vibe. I also noticed another guy next to him, with silver eyes and pierced ears, and chin. Tyler and I hugged, and he gently lifted me off the ground. He ruffled my hair and said, "You're late." I slapped his hand away, glaring, and rearranged my hair. I mumbled, "Traffic."

Of course, he knew of him. He was well-known for having a fierce approach as the Jungler. He was like a wolf in the wild. There was bloodshed wherever he went. Leon shook his hand. “It's nice to meet you, Damien. I’m Leon Batton. My ID in the game is S.” Immediately after that, a youngster with short, thick, golden hair extended his hand to him. He smiled and said sweetly, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Stewart, the Mid Solo player. My ID in the game is Jin.”