Pinkamena Games Novels & Stories

I shook my head and pulled my phone from my pocket, displaying the BLKQ gaming email. Her eyes are growing larger as if she were about to yell but held back. “Ash, oh my god! You are extremely blessed! One of the most prominent companies chose you! That’s BLKQ Gaming! Oh wow!” she remarked happier than me. "So, are you going?" she inquired. I frankly said, "I do want to participate but my gender prohibits me. “However, you are aware that when it comes to playing, that is the best approach to promote our flag. “

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

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The air is thick with the scent of desperation and greed. The room is a den of vice, with round tables scattered about, each one a battleground for high-stakes games of poker and blackjack. The green felt is worn and stained, a testament to the countless nights of excess. Stacks of cash and chips tower above the players, their faces set in determined lines, their eyes fixed on the prize. The chandelier above casts a yellowish glow, highlighting the tension etched on their faces. I spot my contact, a man, only a few years older than me, with umber skin and hazel brown eyes, his tattoos on full display.

Finally, next to Eddie are Ariana, Allison, and Raisa, with Raisa conveniently sitting next to him. "There's this game called Picolo, it's an App on my phone. I put the names in and it tells us what to do. I'll read and you just have to do as I say." Isabella explains. Matteo is too drunk to understand any rules for any game, so being told what to do and when to drink is convenient.

After all, he didn’t believe about the alpha of the gray wolf clan… Then what is he doing here? Patent leather shoes clattered to the granite floor. Rinat looked from the marble countertop with breakfast in my direction. He meticulously studied the reaction he saw for a while, trying to figure out what was wrong. And Jan, turning his whole body in my direction, with a slight sneer and a sly squint of his black eyes, cheekily smiled in anticipation of the continuation. “Meet Yaroslava,” said Rinat. — Yen. - Y-yen? she asked more automatically than consciously.

Malakai grunted, his grip loosening just enough for me to duck under his arm. Before he could recover in the pitch black, I threw a specialized flash-smoke pellet onto the floor. A blinding white pop illuminated the VIP box, followed instantly by a thick, choking cloud of gray fog. By the time the smoke cleared, I was out the back door, sprinting down the service stairwell and disappearing into the screaming, panicked crowd of the upper elite. ****** Malakai POV I coughed, waving the thick smoke away as my eyes adjusted to the dark booth. The space was empty. The scent of her rain-slicked perfume was already fading, replaced by the bitter smell of sulfur.

A tall, wired fence stuck out from the back and the top of what looks like a moving van. Mrs. Cameron's eyes landed on the sigh in white neon cursive, The Whipped Kerma. She had doubts; the address was correct, but there wasn't a shop nearby with the same initials. Whipping out her phone from her pocket Kitty recalled Leah's message; TWK was the shop name. That was the place.

“I don’t want you going anywhere alone.” “I’ll be fine. Please.” Taylah insisted, her hands clenching the flower crown as she walked away. Meanwhile, on the other side, Ivano’s expression turned cold. “Find out why they’re here.” The man beside him nodded and handed over a tablet, explaining the situation in their company. “Phenomenal Games has been promoting their new game, which hasn’t even been released yet. On top of that, it looks very similar to ours and I doubt that they’ve copied our new game—they’ve pirated our theme.”