Playing For Keeps Book Series Novels & Stories

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

But Ash cleared his throat and flashed his four of a kind in her direction. Son of a bitch. They all had been hustled indeed. But Amber wasn’t a sore loser or anything though. “I suggest you all start stripping. You first Little Godwin. And I believe Amber said this game was double or nothing right?” Grayson didn’t move to take off his shirt. Instead, he took a sip of his liquor. “I guess it’s a good thing you’re wearing socks Ash. You always were a presumptuous ass.” Quiet had fallen across the room as the billionaire slowly laid down his hand, a straight flush. Ash was the first to laugh.

He nodded as he picked up a small stack of papers and settled into a club chair that was on the opposite side of the carefully waxed mahogany end table that bordered the sofa. “Are there a lot of humans?” she persisted. Jasper shrugged as he focused his attention on the first paper. “I only met Cora and Bess,” he said. “Then, I was kept in the infirmary the entire time. This is a big place.” “It’s funny that he keeps humans on staff,” she mused. “Cora is his staff, correct?” Jasper looked up from his paper. “Why the interest in Cora?” he asked. Lila shrugged and gave a mock yawn. She didn’t want to admit to him that she’d noticed the way he’d admired Cora and was jealous.

Her character contrasted heavily with my own dark brown hair and even darker eyes. Still caged in my mind, I read the words that I had just written back to myself in my head: 'The girl’s sandy hair flew across her face. She wielded her precious sword encrusted with diamonds and rhinestones in the shape of ancient symbols. Fiercely, she looked back at her opponent. Blood dripped from his mouth and some teeth were lying on the floor, evidently his. His hands were held up, clearly in a surrendering motion, as he begged for his life. The sweat on his face plastered his hair to his forehead. Moira’s eyes shone with malice and callousness. She lifted the sword, ready to strike this helpless man. H

"Dammit!" Placing it on his inventory, he took out another to start up. His bit of anger changed the Archway to much. It would take him to the "Nightmare Palace" automatically. It still called for him to return. "Never going back there! To much crazy shit." Ren calmed himself. He starts drawing slowly from the top down. Reap System: But if your sister is involved, I take it you would want to get her to safety. "If it is my Eldest Sister, then yes. The others can all die for all I care. Maybe I am destined to have bad siblings. Especially since the ones here are shitty as well."

Oh hell. “Drink both of you.” Wheeler demanded tuning his attention back to the game and raising both his brows at my bright red face and empty glass. “Well I'll be damned.” Porter smirked, noticing at about the same time. I desperately wanted to know what Jake was thinking but couldn't force myself to look at him. “Did you sleep or sleep with him, oh and who?” Rigs questioned seeming to abandon the game in his quest for gossip, he was like a teenage girl.. “Uh uh that's not how the game works.” I stated very forcefully, I did not want to answer those questions. This was definitely getting out of control now but my head was fuzzy from the alcohol and I couldn’t quite figure out how to put a

Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :) xoxo, Ronnie

“Depends. In this case, they will not wake up until the finished five death scenarios.” “I see…” She cutely nodded her head and leaned her head against Orange’s arm. “Does that mean my brothers are already in the book?” “Yes. They have adjusted well and are waiting for the victims to appear. They will start the game as soon as everyone enters the book.” “What the game is called, brother?” He smiled. “Vicious cycle.”

Unfortunately, the Wrights had moved away during my junior school years, which separated us from each other. After that, we still kept in touch with each other frequently. When we hit our university years, our contact gradually lessened. Two years ago, I heard about Janice's disappearance from her mother all of a sudden. The Wrights had been looking everywhere for Janice, yet they could never find her. I couldn't believe what I heard back then. Little did I know that she got sold to this place. "That's why you all are a bunch of phonies! You claim to be kind and morally right, but the truth is, you do a bunch of immoral things behind everyone's backs!"

Chapter 4: Arlo’s POV – Eyes on Me The morning sun crept through the high windows of the estate, scattering patterns across the polished marble floors. Arlo moved quietly, broom in hand, his thoughts elsewhere. He had barely slept last night, haunted by the memory of Nikolai’s gaze in the stables. It wasn’t fear anymore. Not exactly. It was… something he couldn’t name. Something tight and burning in his chest whenever he thought of the other boy.