Novel & Cerita Playing To Win Read Online

I suspiciously look at the contract before picking it up and slowly reading the clauses. The game? the contract is about his game? It is called Seduction, wait what? "what is the game called again?" I asked him in disbelief. "No questions until you read the whole thing" He's got to be kidding me, no question until I finish the dumb thing. What does he think of himself? I grab the paper tightly and continued reading the part. I can't do anything except waiting. In this game, each party has to seduce the other in an attempt to win the game. Whoever manages to seduce the most time will be the winner, the loser on the other hand has to do everything the winner demands.

AURORA POV The host’s voice echoed across the hall. "And the winner of this year’s Miss Goddess Beauty is… Aurora!" The room erupted into cheers and clapping as I stepped forward, a proud smile on my face. I glanced at Liliana, the Alpha’s daughter from the Silver Crown Pack, who stood beside me as the first runner-up. She clapped too, but her stiff smile showed how much she hated losing. For a moment, pride surged through me. I had won, it's more like a dream come through.

“What will happen if you test him? Huh? Think about this! You are rational, Marcus. That bastard is not! He is NOT! Are you listening to me? He won’t let go of anything he sets his eyes on! He won’t stop until he gets what he wants or destroys it! That fucker plays only one game – winner takes all. There is nothing in between!” “Please, Marcus. Please –” I choked and began coughing.

The person beside me now was someone else entirely. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes. I couldn’t deny it to myself that I still loved Draken, the old Draken, but I wouldn’t allow all my anger and hatred for what he had done to me to go to waste. I clenched my fists in fury. I felt the heat of my anger burning inside me. He wants this game? Fine, I’ll play along. I wouldn’t let myself be the loser in our reunion. If he wants me back, I’ll let him... but not because I love him. I’d do it to make him feel the pain, the struggle, the anguish I endured before.

“Completely. He did exactly what the Game asked of him.” “And?” “And the world did not know what to do with him afterward.” Her jaw tightens. “That doesn’t give him the right to…” “No,” I agree. “But it gives him reason.” She folds her arms, protective. “He said he remembers me. Every time.” I nod once. “He does.” Her eyes widen slightly. “How?” “Because not all winners are released,” I say. “Some are… archived.” That gets her attention. “The Game keeps what it thinks it might need again,” I continue. “Witnesses. Proof. Failures that succeeded.”

Drake was reading to a silent audience of gawkers as he'd done last week. "'I wasn't kidding when I said I was a fortune-teller,' he said, smiling. 'Do you want to see into your future?' June smiled and nodded, happy to go along with his game. This had to be some sort of move to get her into bed—some playful way to initiate sex," Drake read.

"What?" He took a deep breath and dove right in, lying in a way that made him shudder on the inside. "Is it okay if we just say I'm tired of playing games and move on? I have no intention of manipulating you to gain advantage over my father or for any other reason. I want to be near you not because I think it will irritate him to see us together, but because I enjoy you as a person. So I believe the only remaining concerns are: do you desire the same thing as me, or have I misinterpreted the indications and the attraction I thought we had is merely a fiction of my imagination?" "It's not a fabrication of your mind," she conceded, "but I'm not sure why you'd pursue it since you indicated just

Hated that he knew it. He drew a laugh. Too quiet but I could see his intentions through it. “You think it's free?"He took slow steps towards me. My mind told me to use the door, it was my only escape but my legs refused. "How much is it? I'll get the money.” He laughed quietly. Made me wonder how he laughs too quietly like that. "Money? I'll give that instead." My stomach sank. Whatever game he was playing, I wasn't winning. The smile on his face wasn't playful anymore. It was the kind people wore when they'd already decided your fate.

Of course, you bite—maybe not with his teeth though, but I bet his cock won't only bit me, but also tear me apart. Winning the game would actually have him wrapped around my fingers. I could make him tell me everything he's been hiding. But what if... I lose, and he won? What if my plans bounced back on me. But I couldn't also back off like a coward, right? "Alright," I finally said. "I'm in." He gave a triumphant smile, his eyes gleaming with something I couldn't describe—like I was a prey under his mercy —mercy of his fuck, I guess. And in that moment, I only hope I made the right decision agreeing to play this "game" with him.

I took a deep breath. "FIFA 2020" "Can I play? I bet I can beat you," she said, pointing a finger at me. I scoffed. "Sweetheart, this game is for men." "I play with Drake all the time, and I always win." "Because he let you." "Well, if you're not afraid of being a loser, play against me. If I win, you give me a hundred dollars cash. If you win—" "I'll give two hundred dollars if you beat me. If I beat you, you'll wash the royal feet with your favorite shirt for a whole month and give massages."