Play With Me Novels & Stories

Rhian knows how to play piano and she's still learning how to play the violin. Reed had a potential for soccer. He loves soccer to be exact. He told me that he wants to be a soccer player someday while Rhian wants to be a professional ballerina. Reed is okay with simple clothes but Rhian, she's my little fashionista. She was pampered with some designer clothes from Valerie.

His presence somehow made me calm. Nang umalis ang dalawang paruparo ay sinundan ko sila ng tingin. Mistula silang naglalaro sa hangin habang naghahabol-habulan na lumilipad. I miss you Ma, Pa... bulong ko sa hangin.

Or whatever the hell is running through his mind. "If you want out of here." I flick my forefinger around the basement. "You're going to have to play a game." I give him a smile, the one I reserve for slime balls like him. He stares at me dumbly, waiting for me to continue speaking. I chuckle mirthlessly before continuing. "It's called the game of beat me if you can." Ridges appear on his forehead as he stumbles up. He bunches his hands into fists and I nod approvingly. "That's right, now come closer, or do you plan on fighting with the air?" Koldis chuckles once again from behind me.

Weather was generously supportive today. They lay the mattress in front of the pond. Nichelle and the kids began playing tag while the adults settled for board games. Nikaulas neither joined the kids nor the adults. He was already bored. He couldn't wait for this ordeal to get over so that he could go back to his work.

“We distract the internet. Cat videos. Puppies. Something trending. If they can’t make you a villain today, maybe tomorrow they’ll forget your name.” I groaned. “You’re insane.” “No, I’m strategic,” Maya countered. “You need a sidekick in this war, and apparently, it’s me. Rule one: never look scared. Rule two: never apologize to a camera. Rule three: if anyone asks if you love him, smile like you just won the lottery.” “I feel like I need a manual for breathing.” “Exactly,” Maya said, grinning. “That’s why I’m writing it.” “This isn’t funny, Maya. I don’t know if I can keep pretending.”

I said, trying to go along with them. “So what do you guys suggest? After we finish eating and all, what should we do at our leisure? I would love to spend time with you both.” Thelma’s face lit up immediately. “We should play!” Levi nodded. “Yes… play with us.” I smiled, adjusting them in my arms. “Alright, looks like I don’t have a choice.” I was already in the room before they arrived. Leaning against the table, arms crossed, listening to the quiet.

She stares me dead in my face. Like it’s my fault. I blink, slow. “Oh. So we’re doing this here? Today?” I smile. Tight. Controlled. “Okay,” I say softly. “Let’s play."

"This is my game. And the rules are whatever I say they are." Lynn understood. The emails, the tabloid stories, the photograph—it had all been a prelude. Marcus had been playing chess on a board he thought he understood. Caius had been playing a different game entirely, on a board only he could see. And he had just decided to flip the table.

I said carefully, “but I can play your favorite game with you for a little while if you want.” Her eyes sparked. “Really?” she asked, voice quaking. “Really,” I replied. She squealed in joy, stamping her little feet as she spun in a tiny circle. I giggled. “So what is your favorite game?” I asked, leaning back on my hand. “Pretty Princess Power Dance!” she exclaimed. I blinked. “I…don’t think I’m familiar with that one,” I said, smiling. “How do I play?” “Well,” she said, taking a deep breath, “I’m a pretty princess with magic powers that I can only use if I do this really cool dance sequence and it lets me shoot pink fire out of my hands and it makes my enemies go poof!”

Finn stared at the outstretched hand, looking from the library aisle and the safety of his solitude toward the door where the world, his mom, and the gossip were waiting for him. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his glasses and reached out. His hand felt smaller in mine, though his grip was tentative but firm. "Three months," Finn agreed, his voice shaking slightly. "But if you make me go to a football game, I'm breaking up with you." A grin broke across my face while closing my fingers around his, sealing the deal completely. "Deal," I declared. "Now, come on. We have a party to crash."