Playing For Keeps Meaning Novels & Stories

ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO “Let's play a game, mia cara.” She licked her lips still tasting his cum on them. “What kind of game?” she breathed shamelessly, more than eager to find out what crazy idea he had cooked up. He gripped her jaw, holding her firmly in place. “It's called Hide and Seek.” She swallowed, those words sending pools of heat straight to her core. “Hide and Seek?” “Yes. Rules are simple. Hide and not get caught.”

"I know this game very well. Many women have tried to play it with my family." My blood was boiling now. I couldn't believe the shit he was spilling. "Can you just go away? Leave me alone. I came out here to clear my head, not have someone clog my mind with dumb shit." "Yeah, withdrawal tactics. You know I have figured out your game and you're trying to run away." "What game are you talking about exactly?"

“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.

Oaklyn whispered at others as she hurried after me. “Today’s going to be a good day.” *** “Hey, I would win, so don’t bother trying.” A faint, cynical smirk curved his lips. Playing football on the computer, Felix and Noah paid attention, concentrating on it. “I’m still going to try even though you’re better than me in this game.” Noah replied vividly. Not the need to win, but the urge to play the game welled within him. “Welcome then. I’ll gladly kill you. You have only three lives to win this level. You will be promoted or demoted.” Felix reminded Noah and he replied with a shrug.

My legs were stiff, my heart still thundering. I paced, the floorboards cold beneath my bare feet, my arms wrapped tight around myself. A wave of anger, hot and bitter, washed over me, anger at my own carelessness, at Claire's relentless pursuit, at the fear that had constricted my throat. She almost had me. The thought sent a fresh wave of cold dread through me. I had to be smarter. Much smarter. This game was far from over. Am I going to be stuck here forever? Then… “My lady?”

Riley said, shoving another forkful of pancake in his mouth. “Guess what we get to do later?” Jack said, trying to lighten the mood. “What?” Riley asked without enthusiasm. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already?” Riley frowned. “Forgot what?” “Do the words Paper Gate mean anything to you?” Riley’s eyes went wide. “You got the game?” “I got the game,” Jack said with a grin. “Can we play it now?” “Nope. Eat your breakfast and get dressed. After the visit with your mum, we’ll play.”

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

"Come on dude, we should celebrate and you should forget about that fancy debutante of yours. You know I smell trouble the first time mom tried to introduce you to her. She looked too happy." My younger brother Winston kept on nagging me, to come to Players tonight. I was actually looking forward to relaxing and drown myself in pity. "Okay...Winnie, but just for a couple of hours okay? I got to go to the beach house tomorrow and air out the house. I need to start my training for my next championship." I said as I start getting my fresh shirt from the walk-in closet.

"Real hot." Speaking of real hot... "Evans, are you gonna play, or what?" "Right, sorry." I pick up my hand, giving the cards a cursory look. I'm not really invested in the game, so I don't really care if I lose. All I have to do is listen to my friends talk, contribute a little to the conversation, pretend I'm playing poker, and give Carolina as many orgasms as I possibly can. "So what are you gonna do about it?" Declan asks Reed, perusing his cards.

Bruce watched other company of families playing the same game, perharps a bit shamed by what he has said? "What am I going to do pal?"he asked. "You shoot a ball into this basket." the gamekeeper artificial red lips broadened. "And get it to stay. it has to." "That is silly."bruce yelped."its almost a mile away and for a worthless price." "Please,honey do it for Adulf, please?" It began with an over high arc and backspin. non landed in the front of the baskets after many tries and Bruce hadn't won. the gamekeeper was laughing but Bruce had made it his destiny to win.