Pine Point Game Mga Nobela at Kwento

We stared into each other's eyes and even with the silence, I could hear Gwen's heart beating fast as her breathing became erratic. I always knew Gwen's loyalty to me was more than just admiration and if she wasn't important, I would have evicted her in a painless manner. "My lady." Gwen's smooth voice had me breaking the contact as I stood up, grabbing a pawn piece. "What is the most powerful piece in a game of chess?" I asked as I walked to my window and stared down. Father was talking to a messenger boy as I faced Gwen who was seriously thinking as she stared at the board on my desk.

When we looked over, we saw the lean Gamma stretching and struggling to slip his arm between the lab tech desk and the stone mountain wall. “What did you find, Pine?” Beast barked. Pine grunted as his fingers teased and danced along the edge of something caught in the narrow space. “If I am correct,” Pine started, followed by more pained grunts as he continued to stretch his arm to the max limit. “Fu.ck. Ahh, okay.” His feet were kicking, as though offering him extra reaching strength to his pinched arm. “I got it!” he announced, struggling to pull himself back.

“You have to try this one.” The booth was a game of what looked like darts, but with moving targets. He put a coin on the counter and the booth attendant gave me a set of darts. “You have to hit all five to win a prize.” “Do you think you can do it?” Perrin glanced at me, laughter dancing in his eyes. “I’ll give it a shot.” I made quick work of the darts, shooting all five into the three innermost circles of the moving targets. I look at Perrin as the game attendant retrieves my prize. His eyebrows are raised in amusement. “I guess you were serious about training in Texas.”

“Bullet or my game, Michael. The choice is yours.” Reluctantly, he places his shaking hand on the table. “Good choice. Your life really isn’t worth refusing me. Now spread your fingers apart.” Michael spreads his fingers apart, his eyes glistening. Was the fucker gonna cry? I balance the tip of the knife along his hand. “I love this game.” I move the blade between his fingers while I stare right into his eyes. “You ever played it before? It’s got many names: the knife game, pin finger, nerve, bishop, knife fingers and, my favorite, five-finger fillet.”

He saw me placed between kings, a queen born from nothing but their rivalry. Dino reached into his jacket, he handed me my phone, one I had forgotten I had, and then he pulled out a black card, slapped it against my palm. “Funding. Pin’s 1794. Don’t fuckin’ waste it.” Alessandro smirked, sliding his own card free, holding it out with practiced elegance. “Take mine as well. Use what you must. Build what you need.” I stared at the cards. At first, confusion tangled me. Was this another game, another leash? But then it shifted. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe I could use their games against them.

Rosh teases me. "Come on please, don't tease me or we might lose." I said. "Do you want to win this game?" Rosh asked me. "It's okay if we lose. Besides, you are the one giving the prizes anyway." I whispered in his ear. "Yeah, But I enjoy playing this game." Rosh replied with a naughty grin on his face. "Oh, I see, you have hidden motives." I said and pinch his waist. Because I pinched Rosh's waist, he was out of balance and we lost the game.

Taryn urged. "Okay, so the first game we'll be playing is Jenga," Aiden announced as he placed the pieces in the center of the table. They began playing. They all carefully removed pieces and placed them on the top while trying not to make it topple over. They were at the last two pieces, and it was Dustin's turn to go. As he skillfully tried to place the Jenga piece into place, his pinky finger hit another piece and all the pieces toppled over.

I pleaded loudly, clearly frustrated with Theo and his games. “As you wish.” He said, and resumed his ministrations. I sighed as my body dropped back on the bed, the sensation that I had been feeling, coming back, but this time with full force as Theo didn't have mercy. He plunged three fingers into me and latched unto my pussy, sucking like his life depended on it. I couldn't hold back any longer and dug my fingers into his hair as I rocked my hips to his fingers and tongue. “Ahhhh…. Theo, please!!” I was feeling really stimulated and suddenly felt a pinch on one of my nipples, indicating that Leo had joined us on the bed.

Power play, our advantage. We scored. Two-one. Silvermoon answered thirty seconds later. Two-two. With five minutes left, the game was still tied and the tension was unbearable. Every shift felt like a battle. The hits got harder, the play more desperate. Then Sebastian caught me alone in the neutral zone. "Your boy's getting tired," he said, skating alongside me. "That last shift, he was slow. Sloppy." "Shut up." "I wonder what'll happen when I take him down. When I become Blackpine alpha." His voice dropped. "Will you submit to me? Or will I have to break you first?"

Suddenly my phone went blank and the screen read, “Picture not available.” He had deleted the picture from his story, maybe he had realized that the Fox Lane Badge was obvious. I was right, does that mean Pstar7 attends Fox Lane High? OMG!!!