Novel Games Pool Novels & Stories

Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous. Pete Foxhorn owned Foxhorn Promotions, and he'd not only enticed away a couple of their major clients in recent months, but he'd also initiated a public relations campaign against their company. It was a filthy pool, but that didn't surprise Anika. Foxhorn was merciless, and he would go to any length to win. "Well, yes," Anika said quietly. "His ad executives are trying their best to talk to Casper." "Is there any reason why you aren't?"

“I wasn’t sure what to get.” Josh enters the living room. “What’s that?” he asks, gesturing to the box that Theo’s holding. I raise a brow and stare at the matte black box, The ‘Titan Games’ logo stamped in silver on top, in small lettering is, ‘NEW DAWN 3’ Josh has always been a lover of whatever games that company brings out, he’s also the vice president of the online tween club for Titan Games, so being handed such a box makes his whole face brighten up.

“What’s with all the games then?” Conner shrugged. “What makes you ladies able to play all the games while I can’t? You think I’m blind to your games with Gabriella and other men. Playing your games and power plays. Look at you, it’s an age-old game, women from billionaire families play. We’re a pair Meri. Men were obvious about their manipulation in the past. While women were more subtle in the past, you aren’t anymore. It’s about power, not business. Influence through marriage and a little business. You’re fighting for the top position of influence within our circle.”

When Yvonne saw that the situation could no longer be salvaged, she let go of Naomi and chased after us. From far away, I heard Naomi screeching, along with the chaotic sounds of a brawl. “What do you plan to do next?” Wendy suddenly asked me when we were downstairs. “First, have a personal account. The company is great at making people popular. Since Claude is trending online this time, I’m sure that he will be able to start over soon,” Yvonne answered for me. She sounded completely full of herself. “I’ve never seen your company make anyone truly popular. The only pair that is worth any mention… Heh.” Wendy laughed without finishing her sentence and handed a business card to me.

I don't play games. He shrugged. "GAMES, after all, are half the fun, aren't they? But if you must have it your way, I suppose I could extend them for a while yet. .. to spice things up, to provide an incentive, to keep everyone entertained." I narrowed my eyes. "Get to the point. Call the damn price." He grinned, refusing. "Nope. Not yet. A little while longer. They’re safe, don't worry… for now." I raised my hand, holding it near my gun. The crowd was shifting all around us. Venus’s soldiers, Marco’s soldiers.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

There were no free chairs, but in my condition it would hardly have been possible to sit quietly in one place, so I chose the far corner at the same bar counter, where I settled down in relative solitude. Yaroslava, where are you? The voice sounded rather rough. Counter irritation to keep to himself did not work. “In Paradise,” she replied sullenly. - And what? I wasn't going to be rude, and the club was indeed called "RAI", but... he himself said to stay in the city, so why would he now arrange an open interrogation? - Yar-roslava! The werewolf's chest growl didn't bode well. “Wherever you are right now, come home immediately!”

And who was the idiot who put that note in the bowl ? The game had started during the filming of the first movie in the series ... we call it 'The cheating game', everyone puts their name in a bowl and in the other bowl is different dares. Then two names are drawn and a dare ... you have to cheat your partner into doing the dare first ... it is usually something like getting drunk as a skunk, sleeping in and being late, singing loudly on set or something else silly. It is usually pretty fun and innocent, even if people tend to get really competitive at times ... but hey everyone is friends again when it is over ... it has always been just fun and games after all.

He screamed instead, causing me to roll my eyes at Gino's torture methods. "It seems he needs more of an incentive" Gino replies, turning to Matteo and asking him to hand him the black bag on the floor. "What's that?" I ask annoyed gesturing to the bag. "Chum" he answers taking out the meat from the bag. "Ooh, can I do it!" Matteo asks like a child, before dumping the meat in the water. After a couple of moments the water starts to move a little and before long swarms of crocodiles emmerge and start attacking the meat. It's at this point that Gino starts to pull on the rope, resulting in Guerro being lowered dangerously close to the crocodiles.