Quick Hit Games Novels & Stories

"But you're too much like your father." Jackson didn't respond, but broke into a run, charging towards me. I glanced at my tablet, then up at the hull of Terminus. Just a little bit more time... Quinn closed the distance between us rapidly. Five hundred meters. I pushed my Pantheon into a sprint, leaving any cover behind. In moments we would both be in range of each other and one of us would jump to escape the incoming damage. Four hundred meters. Neither of us jumped, instead running at each other full tilt. I almost laughed aloud. We were playing chicken in multi-million dollar mechs.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

I didn't go to the bank, nor did I ask anyone for help. Instead, I took those documents straight to the illegal lenders tucked away in the city's shadowy corners—places that charged terrifyingly high interest rates. Minutes later, an enormous sum of money with astronomical interest landed in the brand-new account Mom, Dad, and Mable had just opened. The sunlight was blinding as I stepped out of the lending office. I took out my phone and dialed the familiar number.

Five minutes till the meeting with Arabs. "I want each of the people listed in this list within two hours in this building and start working ASAP! Now if you all will excuse me, everyone! I've another meeting to catch. Have a good day!" With that I walked out, leaving everyone in bafflement. Though I was tempted to see her expression after she found her name at the top of that list, I wanted to keep the fun for later. I could already imagine her flaming red cheeks and burning green eyes. A silent chuckle left my mouth. The game just started, Love. Sit tight and be ready. There is a lot more to come.

I can see the border of lunar peak coming into view, if s big sign isn't what tells you that we are here then itll definantly be the noise. We pull over not too far past the border, look like it's now or never. I open the car door and make my way to the group I'll be apart of. "Listen up and listen clear. Fast precise and with motivation. We do it now and we do it quick. This is not anything to be happy about but as you are aware it needs to be done. Follow me" John, the ever so enforcer. So we all head to our posts. Not a person in sight. Courtesy of the ceremony, and not a single noise comes from any of us.

Pushing the gaping material aside, he let his gaze feast on Lara’s beautiful breasts, with their perfectly edible café mocha tips, before ravenous need drove him to sample each one in turn, suckling, tasting and wetting them with the heat and moisture from his swirling, greedy tongue. Her fingers were in his hair, urging him on, and Chris slid his hands between her legs and pushed into her with his fingers. Her damp heat engulfed him, and her slender body quivered and sagged against him as a long, low moan left her throat. Tugging his sweater over his head and unfastening his jeans, he yanked Lara roughly against him, branding her mouth with a hot, sexy kiss that was beyond hungry, beyond an

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.

Her head rises and Lia giggles at the slobber on her cheek. "Were you having a good sleep, Carson?" Lia smiled as she watched Carson. Carson shrugged before standing up. "C-Can you tell me what the game Quickie is ?" She asks nervously. Carson laughed before looking at her. Definitely fucking Innocent. Carson thought. "Like a quick fuck in the janitor's closet." Lia was quiet for a moment before she squealed and covered her ears. "S-Sex? Oh my." Carson laughed more before ruffling her hair. Lia looked at her moving lips but didn't hear anything before she realized she was still covering her ears. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"Thanks. JumpStart puts down his cards. He stretches his arms and legs before getting up and heading to his room. As I reach for JumpStart's and SpeedBlade's cards, I turn toward QuickShot. "You can go too. I'm guessing since you're not from another world, you already know how to play Go Fish. "I do," QuickShot answers. She stops from getting the rest of the cards. "And because I do, it means you don't have to explain anything to me." QuickShot then picks up a card and holds it up. "Do you have an ace?" "Go fish," I say, smiling as QuickShot draws another card.

My whole body was on fire, and I wasn’t in control of it. A frown appeared on my face as he broke the kiss and went for the crook of my neck. I still craved his lips on mine, but when I felt his kisses trailing on my neck, I moaned and closed my eyes in pleasure. The pleasure coming from his kisses was so intense that I had to moan louder while craving for more. Then, I felt him stop, and his hot breath fan my nose. “I don’t know what game you are playing, but two can play a game,” he whispered those words into my ear, and before I could open my eyes and look at him, he had teleported away.