Novel The Game Novels & Stories

Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :) xoxo, Ronnie

“Fine, fine. Make sure I’ll be the best man, okay?” God, if Julian ever figured out the truth, he’d see that the “joke” of a wedding was nothing but a sick fantasy. There was no happily ever after waiting for us. We were enemies in disguise waiting for the perfect moment to strike first. A mafia and an assassin, each with orders to end the other. If Julian ever learned that, he wouldn’t laugh. He’d run. Because in the end, this game only allows one of us to walk away alive. And yet, in the middle of this game, a new player appeared. The baby.

Liam asked, his eyes still locked on me, not even glancing at the other guy. Neon. That was the stranger’s name. “I came to talk about the game,” Neon replied, turning back to Liam. “But what I didn’t expect to find… was a new game.” He looked at me then, smiling in a way that made my skin crawl. A game? Why was he looking at me like that? What did he mean by new game? Something felt seriously off. Liam let out a low chuckle. “Well, I’m making arrangements to finish the game,” he said, eyes still sharp as blades.

The air was electric, charged, ready to shatter. Adriana’s voice, when it came, was low and cold as steel. “So this is the game we’re playing.” Isabella smiled sweetly, withdrawing her hand. “Careful, darling. Games are dangerous when you don’t know the rules.” Adriana’s eyes locked on Damian’s. “Then it’s time someone rewrote them.” The storm inside him broke loose—but before he could speak, a gunshot cracked in the distance. Shouts erupted from the hall. The game had just turned deadly.

“Dad said I would like you, but I already couldn't stand you the moment we met. Isn't that ironic?” “Mutual feelings, then. I guess it's better if we stay out of each other's way.” That was the deal. Kiera Hartley is the newly adopted daughter of the wealthy Cole family—a girl who learned long ago to bury her emotions and has completely lost the ability to cry. Liam Cole is the family's biological son—cynical, arrogant, and harboring a deep-seated hatred for women. They were supposed to be strangers living under the same roof. But everything changes when Liam makes a cruel bet with his friends: make the unshakeable new girl cry. To win, Liam must break through Kiera's wa

I wonder what game he’s playing. “Yes.” “Hmm.” His gaze remains fixed on me, that infuriating smile still in place. The weight of his attention makes my knees weak, and I excuse myself before I can embarrass myself further. I rush to my room and slump against my door, heart pounding and mind racing with the same question from earlier: What the hell was that?

He took out a small wire from his pocket and started tying Miranda’s hand at the back while making her knelt on the ground. “We are going to play a game.” BOOM My face paled when he spoke those words, A Game… A game of death. “This game is called Open and Alive…” He said with a slight hint of excitement in his voice. “The one whose eyes stayed open all the time will stay alive and the one who blinks… would die…” He spoke and I saw Miranda’s eyes widening in acknowledgment. “But… How would that be interesting, huh?” He looked at Miranda to me, “Hmmm…” He tapped his chin as though he was lost in thinking.

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

She was a middle-aged woman who tended to my mansion and my father’s men, she supervised the maids and servants as they worked and was damn good at it too. “Where’s father?.” “In the study, Don Russo. He's been waiting.” “Thanks, Agatha.” I pushed open the door to my father’s study and met him engaged in a game of chess with a tall, lanky man who looked oddly familiar. “Checkmate. No one escapes me, boy.” Father said and the lanky man’s low laughter echoed in the room as he accepted his victory with a nod. Simultaneously, they looked up at me, my father’s energetic face brightening as he acknowledged me. “Here he comes.“

Time to checkmate once again. I ignored the small whispers of the courtroom as all eyes shifted between him and me as if waiting for the storm to break. “Not guilty?” I repeated my tone light, almost teasing. I placed my hands across my chest and tilted my head to the side. “How bold of you, Derick Cresentblood. Bold, but utterly foolish.” “You truly believe you can lie your way out of this? After everything? Then you must be so wrong, or so stupid.” “I know the game you’re playing, Luna, and I am ready to participate in the game. And you may know, I play to win.”