Playing For Keeps Book Novels & Stories

"Keep it close to the truth. We met in the library. I was trying to reach a book on a high shelf. You helped me get it." Kyle looked at me, gauging my height. "You are kind of short." "I am average height!" I protested. "Five-foot-nine is respectable." "Whatever you say, Shortcake." "Do not call me Shortcake. That is grounds for immediate contract termination." "Fine. So, library. I got the book down. We started talking. I asked for your number. You played hard to get." "I wouldn't play hard to get," I corrected. "I would have assumed you were mocking me and walked away."

It was a dangerous game we were all playing, and the lines between trust and deception were blurred. The following morning, a sense of unease still hung in the air. The events of the previous night had cast a shadow over the club, and I couldn't ignore the weight of the world I had chosen to inhabit. The VIP storage room was locked and secure, its secrets concealed within, and I hoped it would remain that way.

I just hope that no one calls me while I'm reading and listening to music. I sighed. But it was a sighed done with a hint of bliss. "Lucky Yet So Unlucky In Love." I read the title before opening the book to start reading it. I started with the prologue and I noticed that it's quite long. But it didn't make me stop reading the book. I continued and continued until I lost track of time with my entire attention is focused on the story.

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt

The fear of losing my family is eating me even without it getting started. “I know how hard this is for you buddy, but you have to collect yourself!” Mason now looking at me directly. “We cannot help you throughout all of these mess! You need to focus on your goal!” I breathed a bitter laugh. “I don’t think this is still football, buddy!” “You have to imagine like it is buddy! Don’t forget you are the quarterback! Everybody expects nothing from you but the best!” Mason continued taunting me. “And never forget what at stake in this game buddy, your precious Yanna!” Kyle said interrupting my mind as to remind me this is not a simple game anymore.

“We have to be patient. Let me play this from the shadows. If I move too fast, they’ll win.” Her instinct screamed against waiting every hour the rumors spread was another blow to her name but the intensity in his eyes made her pause. “And in the meantime?” she asked. “In the meantime, we make them believe they’re winning,” he said. “Then, when they’re comfortable, we strike.” Later that night, Callie sat alone in her apartment, replaying his words. She wanted to believe in his plan, but the thought of being painted as a fraud for even one more day made her skin crawl.

“it’s yours now, we keep playing at the end of the game whoever has the more cards wins” “Oh! So, it’s like my stash?” “Yeah” she grins at me as I finally get it. “Okay let’s continue, do I go first?” She nods and I flipped open a card, Maria Louisa does the same reveling a different card, I upturn another card, reveling a queen of hearts and Mari-Lu goes next reveling a two of diamonds next, after about six different card open, I felt like the next card to be reviled is likely to fall under one of the already open cards and when Maria Louisa upturns another card to revile a king of hearts I pout. While Mari-Lu grins widely doing a happy dance while she picks up her winnings.

I smiled, "Oscar and Zanele you both watch number six.. Lucia I need you forward with me okay.. I need someone to pass balls to so I can score...and the rest, please open your eyes and keep them on the ball... please! Ohh and they'll be watching me a lot. So please guys use Lucia for the first 10 minutes as I get my strength and mojo.. okay..." They nodded and I prayed that they follow. 10 minutes into the game and we were now holding the ball. It was funny because coach kept on screaming what the hell we were doing when we went against her and played what I suggested... but we were holding the ball and playing nice... My mojo just kicked in and I called Anna telling her I was ready. Kenzy k

Just clenched her fists tighter. "What’s your name?" Her voice cracked. "Sarah." I stared at her. Her eyes welled with tears... and for the first time in a long time, my heart did something strange. It twisted. "I... I want to leave," she whispered. "Please. Just take me away from here." I hesitated. Then nodded. "Yeah. I’ll get you out of here." Jackson drove us off, the city shrinking behind us. I’ve lived a double life for years... CEO by day, mafia lord by night. I’ve never mixed business with sentiment. Never cared.

My husband's long-distance girlfriend is coming to check up on him again. I hear she'll be here in 20 minutes. Before my husband can say anything, I head to the master bedroom and grab my suitcase, as I always do. Thankfully, after her last visit a month ago, I never bother putting my clothes or toiletries back where they belong. So, this time, I don't have to pack in a panic. It's also thanks to her frequent visits that I'm able to go from hysterical and heartbroken in the beginning to completely numb and unfazed now. Seeing how efficiently I'm making my exit, Isaac Jones actually follows me out for once. He reaches out and ruffles my hair. "Once Candy leaves, we'll get remarried. She'