Pinkamena Games Novels & Stories

A pair of binoculars rested on his lap. Catching sight of her, he pressed a finger to his lips, and gestured for her to join him. "Look," he whispered, pointing to a pair of fairly large birds. Pretty, with bluish-gray heads, pearly-pink breasts and brown wings mottled with black, they pecked at the ground some distance away. "Do you know what they are?" "Pigeons?" she ventured.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

" I listened to the stream of filthy insults pouring from the other end of the phone, then ended the call expressionlessly. After that, I added every one of their numbers to the blacklist. But they still wouldn't give up, and soon, the text messages started. They were all the same nonsense—calling me manipulative, accusing me of stealing Mable's boyfriend, and cursing me to a miserable death. I couldn't be bothered with them, so I simply blocked their messages, too. A few days later, the harassing calls and texts suddenly stopped. Later, I found out that James and Kelly had found out what was happening. Kelly—that lady who always looked so gentle and elegant—had sent someone to "have a word"

“Why do you need several playrooms? Are they not just for Alpha Tristan?” “Of course not. Anyone who requires them can use them. I must say, the newer ones have the latest toys and are extremely popular,” Roman replied, beaming with pride. “Not surprised,” Zoriana thought bitterly. “A pack that grooms sex slaves would have its own rooms for 'fun,' but to speak about it so openly...” “We’re here,” Roman said, reaching for a door handle.

Marcus replied, smiling. “I’m not sure about that,” I scoffed. “Sounds like something you would say,” he replied naturally. He pulled out his card from his pocket, placed it on the table and then pushed it towards me, “Just in case you are wondering, I bought an existing game company. They are the ones who made Super Girl.” I turned to Mackenzie, “What is Super Girl?” “You don’t know the game?” Marcus interrupted. “Everyone does. You should loosen up and try some games.”

PINK_LIPS: ## I could see that emoji so clearly in my head—his face, his attitude, the way his eyes rolled like he hated me but somehow always stuck around anyway. I hesitated for half a second this time before typing again. ME: If you hate me so much… Why text me at all? A minute passed. And then few more. I stared at my phone ,my brows furrowing when I saw that Zaire had read my message but left it unanswered. His status had flipped to offline now, and the last seen update said two minutes ago. Of course. I let out a slow breath through my nose and locked my phone, my thumb pressing a little harder than necessary, annoyance creeping in.

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“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.

"Tell your fiancée to take down that video. She has two minutes." On the other end of the line, Zach's voice was calm, almost indifferent. "Everything she said is true." "True?" My tone turned icy. "Are you sure you're willing to sacrifice even the last shred of your dignity?" There was a pause, the silence stretching between us. Then Zach spoke, his voice resigned, "I'll have her delete it." The fact that I had given him that money was known only to a select few in our circle. If word got out online, the one truly humiliated would be him.

"No. Rather, begin searching for significant IP partnerships. An excellent starting point would be tie-ins with popular dramas. Assemble a team of individuals from your departments to investigate licensing prospects in the entertainment industry.” The marketing representative paused. Women make up the majority of their viewers. Our player base isn't precisely like that. Remi might have agreed in the past. Now, however, things were different. It was inevitable that PGame would change its name to a full-fledged otome game now that Enzo had officially joined. They would completely change their positioning, operations, and marketing. Now was the time to take the initiative and test the waters wi