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"Let's play a game." What? He didn't prepare an appropriate response for me, and the next thing he wanted to do was play a game with me. "I... can't." The words hung in my mouth; what if the game was more of a requirement for my freedom? Then I asked, "Is this related to my freedom? I don't believe my master wants to play a game with me." He chuckled slightly, "Yes, it was about your freedom. Let's Play isn't just a game. Games."

("Jake Miller -- I wish you didn't love me" guys listen this song while reading this) ♤RISHI POV♤ I don't know why from these two days my heart is not at ease but why these all happening what kind of magic that weirdo used on me I feel myself as a stranger oh man this girl driving me crazy when I seen them sitting there leaving me alone iam fuming with anger how can even my friends leave me alone

“Psssssttttt!” Don’t turn, E! “Ellie!” I pretended like I didn’t hear anything. “E!” I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to just look back and yell at the top of my lungs. “Ellie-bear!” Don’t look back! You are full of peace, E! “Eleanor!” P-E-A-C-E. That’s my mantra. “Ellie-poo!” These idiots can never break you, Ellie!

“Timothy, This is Bryce's father, Darell Collins, and these two are his brothers, Edward and Peter. Guys, this is Timothy Packard. He owns Packard Enterprises. I brought him back to talk to Bryce.” Timothy could swear she said the last pointedly. He relaxed and shook the hands of each man and endured a painful grip from each. Typical measuring stick of a man. See if you could make the other wince. He squeezed back with as much force and endured grudging looks of respect from them. Interesting that they were all back in the players area and that they’d sat in different areas for the game, although Chloe had said she’d gotten the tickets particularly for him. “Very glad to meet you, sir,” he d

Mason gulped his beer this time. "Duh. What’s with you guys"? Daniel laughed at the antics of his friends. He was aimlessly twirling the bottle on the table. They were currently sitting at Parker's place. They were four boys Wyatt, Parker, Mason and Grayson. They were the four minions of Daniel Stephen. They were friends since the diaper days. They were coming from middle and upper middle families, in a renowned University majoring in Sports.

Beside me, Finn Parker was doing a terrible job of pretending to study. Watching him out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was staring at the same page of his textbook about enzymes, but his eyes weren't moving. He sat rigid with his shoulders hunched up to his ears like a turtle trying to retreat into its shell, and he flinched every time my weight shifted or a loud exhale escaped me.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Miss Williams told him. “Would I do such a thing?” Drake asked, feigning indignance. A chorus of yesses from his classmates made him slump in his chair and shrug. “Okay, so there may be multiple editions, the uncut version will be available on writepad.com.” "New girl, do you want to read?" the teacher asked, turning to face Toni. Toni made a scoffing sound and threw up her hands. "I don't want to follow that." She caught Drake's eye as he gave her a sideways glance, but his expression was annoyingly hard to read.

Don't leave after work—go to Chuck's place and set up the computer. I studied the chat carefully. Attached was an installation guide from the store, showing a rendered image of the setup and a custom LED panel. The renders were clearly commissioned by Alicia herself. I couldn't help but smirk. My mother tongue was coding, not hardware setups. I was just a keyboard jockey, not a professional PC builder. After preparing my resignation letter, I headed to the office and submitted it to HR. A wave of relief swept over me. Even the office air seemed fresher.

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.