Novel Game Novels & Stories

"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 was aware that she desired him professionally. The issue was that once a large corporation, such as Cass Pharmaceuticals, fired an agency, it became an open season. The other agencies surrounded us like sharks. She could not help but think Casper Sullivan was secretly tickled by the attention that he caused where ever he went and not only because of his good looks. "I'm delighted you made it, Anika. “Have you contacted Casper yet?" Anika turned to see Jacob Stoll, her boss, standing a foot away. He wasn't drinking anything. He didn't even appear to be overjoyed to be here.

she asked further. “Because I want the treasures, I'm your husband-to-be and I should be the one controlling our money and not you” he said, sweating profusely. Alessia's brows scrunched up on their own in disappointment. “I can see you're just being jealous. The safe box's contents are my father's family's treasure, something that is passed to every first born, I can't break the rule of giving it to an outsider” She spewed out without thinking twice.

At this proximity, I could feel his warm breath against my face. I suddenly leaned forward, and he instinctively turned his head, avoiding me. The gesture ignited my temper. Unable to resist, I spat a mouthful of wine right into his face. Droplets slid down his sharply defined features and disappeared into his collar, leaving behind an oddly charged atmosphere. Calmly, I grabbed a tissue, wiped my mouth, and casually tossed it at his face. "Sorry, couldn't help myself." Zach shot to his feet, hurling the bottle to the ground with a loud crash. The shards flew everywhere, one slicing into my exposed calf.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

Then, the explanation began. "To push boundaries and bring something new to Ashenford, we decided to use the latest DC steel from the country of Mirelia. It's incredibly strong, never rusts, and doesn't deform. It gives a futuristic edge…" Once the explanation was finished, they revealed a physical model—clearer and more lifelike than the 3D renderings. Their design, a massive ferris wheel called The Ashenford Eye, towered over all other buildings in the city.

I was looking around the room not expecting to see anyone. ‘I doubt the old man will be here. Seeing how he got her a house to live in by herself with only servants to keep her company... He may not even come to check on her. Probably will send someone to give her a message.’ I closed my eyes and tried to remember the things from the otome game I played. The game was called “A Highschool Royal Romance”. The game was about how an orphan who found out she was the missing daughter of a noble family. She was taken back into the family with open arms. Since she was back with her family she had to go to a school where only the most important and richest people could go.

"A game about the beginning of Dahüd" "And how it became the way it is today"

“These questions aren't enough to make it difficult for you… This sentence internally… The taboo of revealing identity will result in death. How reckless?” “New recreations reach first to me, everything else… Nothing.” “You let go of Lady Alice. I just came up with a very interesting game. The game is called 1:1. Sound mesmerizing?” "I haven't asked the last question yet." “The first question you asked two questions, I answered them both. Law is law, fair contract. To say is to do.” "Okay. Put her down.”

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink