Playing For Keeps Meaning Novels & Stories

When I found Silas Pembroke, he was carefully untangling a strand of another woman’s hair from his tie clip. The two of them were wrapped around each other, far too close to pretend otherwise. He let out a mocking laugh. “Jenna, what exactly are you going to accuse Sienna and me of this time?” Sienna Vale smiled sweetly. “Mrs. Pembroke, you stayed away longer than usual this time.” I steadied myself and said, “I’m not Jenna. I’m her twin sister, Summer Sinclair.” Silas burst out laughing. “What is this, your latest stunt?” Then his expression hardened. “Keep pushing me, and I can’t promise you’ll stay Mrs. Pembroke forever.” I only looked at him and said quietly, “Silas, my sister left three

“Hey, Charlie, my man? That’s not how you play, man. You can’t just hog the ball like that—” “F*ck what you think, loser! Who the f*ck are you to stop me, huh? This is how I’ve always played basketball!” Charlie snarled. “Tell you what, I’ve never lost a single game throughout my life. I’m number one, and no one—I repeat, no one—has ever kept up with me!”

The hot-and-botheredness was back in full force. I started to breathe a little heavily. “And what do I get?” He threw his head back and laughed. Then he gave me a wicked grin. “That’s my girl.” I blushed scarlet. “I didn’t mean money, or – ” “I know what you meant.” I crossed my legs again, purely for something to do. “Why do we have to play a game to… to do that?” “Because I like playing for stakes. High stakes. And if you’re not playing for something worthwhile, it’s not nearly as much fun.”

to each other. We were the only thing that mattered. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't playing for the win. I was playing for keeps.

Kill and claim. From Day Four on, if player A kills player B, A gets B’s visitor card for that floor and inherits all the cards B had already collected. It’s basically farming. If A raises B like a pig, fattens them up, then beats them when B’s weaker, A gets everything. And all of us were the pigs being raised by Elaine and Jethro. By accident, I became the pig king. Ugh. To put it bluntly, the rules actually allow and encourage slaughtering each other.

old man:- what happens girl are you still want to keep playing you already lose that much. young girl:- no I won't let my family name, humiliate me like this, I will win the next game let keep playing, I won't lose to you, just one match. old man:- what will you going to do, if you lose that game too, there are still many ways for a girl to repay, will you use that way to pay me. young girl:- I will go to win with you even I have to sell my body if that won't enough then I will sell my soul but there is no way I would let you destroy my name.

She immediately let go of the older woman's arm and took a step back when Leah looked at her offended. "I'm so sorry I did that-but, please. D-don't smoke. It's bad for your health", Kitty said, blushing; the older woman's face softened. "I know it isn't my place to intrude in your life, but what would your family-" Leah smiled, "What they don't know won't hurt them. Besides, it's just a game." "Men aren't the only ones allowed to play, Kitty." Confused, Kitty's brows furrowed. "I don't expect you to understand," Leah sighed.

"You will be divided into four groups of approximately five hundred players each. Each group will form large circles and play at the same time. You will pass foam balls around your circles. When the music stops, whoever is holding a ball is eliminated. We'll play ten rounds. The three groups with the most survivors after ten rounds win and move forward. The group with the least survivors... well, you know the drill." My stomach dropped. An entire group of five hundred people could die. "But wait, there's more!" the voice said cheerfully. "Within the winning three groups, the players who were eliminated during the rounds will also be eliminated. So you need your group to win, and you need to

He pulled me into his arms and said, "We're a team. Whatever you choose, I've got you. So what if you quit? I'll always be here." Now? He stood by and let someone else tear me down. He'd tossed those promises—and everything we had—like they meant nothing. Even Raymond and Josephine were sneering. "Emily, you're like a hen that can't lay eggs. Always off doing who-knows-what. How could you ever compete with Natalie?" "Honestly, no wonder Jasper moved on. You're just not that appealing." Their voices got louder, uglier. People on the street started staring. My fists clenched. Nails digging deep into my palms.

One drunk night with my best friend's brother, Eddie Sutton, and I became his secret girlfriend. Eight years later, my family finally snapped. They gave me a deadline and lined up a guy for me to marry. "Eddie, my family gave me a deadline. I have to get married this year." He went quiet, then kissed my forehead. Same old answer. "Just wait a little longer." Not long after, I found a post from his intern, Gina Yapp. The photo was of her and Eddie's marriage license. Caption: [CEO secured.] What I couldn't get in eight years, she got in three months. I swallowed the bitterness and hit Like. Then I commented: [Congrats. Wishing you both a happy life.] After that, I accepted the w