Rock Paper Scissors Book Ending Novels & Stories

William explained to her. Brieanna thought how silly could the dares be? It's nothing so she nodded. "Who will go first?" She asked him. "Uhm... let's do rock, paper, scissors. Who loses will take one first," He replied. They both readied theirselves, their hands in midair. "Rock, Paper, Scissors." They both said as they shake their fist up and down. "Ugh!" Brieanna groaned when she lost. She had a paper and he had a freakin scissor!

"Ha! At least Amber genuinely won Emilio over, unlike you!" "Yeah. Didn't she come in crying earlier? She's pathetic." "Wanna bet how long it takes for Emilio to dump her?" "I say one day!" "I say one hour!" I hurled a glass onto the floor, the sound echoing sharply. The room fell silent, but Christopher rushed out from the kitchen. Amber immediately picked up the glass shards, gently holding my hand and asking if I'd been burned. In that moment, I wasn't repulsed. I merely felt relieved.

“I want to make a phone call.” Lucien instantly let out a cold laugh. “Playing mysterious again?” “You seriously think you’re leaving this place alive?” Don gave him a single indifferent glance. Lucien shut up instantly. A few minutes later. I walked back into the casino. And sat back down at the table. “Open the cards.” The dealer slowly revealed them. My breathing gradually stopped. The final card fell. I lost. The entire casino fell deathly silent. Lucien slowly smiled. And that smile only grew wider.

More, and more. End of Book 1

So, it was a draw. "Rock paper scissors," she called out again. Second round, it was a draw too. Aviana still had her hand balled up. Scarlet too, she had her hand balled up. "Rock paper scissors." Again, Aviana brought out her hand balled up. Same to Scarlet. They both played rock, making it a draw, again. "No, you are cheating Avi. You cannot be balling up your hand all the time," Scarlet yelled, as realization dawned on her that Aviana had been playing rock all the three rounds. She forgot that she,too, was doing the same.

Only the stone remained. "It's over." --- End of Chapter 179

There were only three profiteroles on the plate, so we each ate one, and then began arguing over who should get the third one. “You should take it,” Haven said, pushing the plate towards me. “I want you to have it,” I told her, pushing it back. “Seriously, Wes, just eat it.” “Rock paper scissors?” I asked. She blew out air through her nose. “Fine. I win, you eat it. You win, I eat it.” “Deal,” I said, smiling. We lifted our right hands above the table and played one round, and we both picked paper. I made a face at her, and we played again, and both picked rock. She laughed, and we did a third round, only to both get scissors.

“Have you ever played it?” “Never,” Asher shakes his head. “Sounds fun. I’ll start.” “Hey, no, let’s play ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’ to decide who starts,” Olivia frowns and begrudgingly removes her hand from Asher to form a rock. “Ready?” “Let’s do that. Rock, paper, scissors.” Needless to say, Olivia smugly smiles at Asher when her scissor cuts the boss’ paper. “Now that this easy win is out of the way,” Olivia says, Asher rolling his eyes at her, “should we set some ground rules? Just in case?”

“Even if you successfully kill him, a whole pack will come after you. Us. You need to think this through.” I smiled. “They will only come after me. My priority is to save you and our sisters.” She shook her head, in complete displeasure at what I said. But the only thing she could do was disagree over and over again. After I saw Wevi’s sacred book bleed, a book that foretells the fate of my sisters and me. It was a sign that she will soon meet her mate. She will soon suffer. And her mate… will soon die. A curse in our family. A curse we cannot reverse or break. A curse that was destined for us.

Michael shakes his head violently as if there was not a chance that he would be kind enough to give me the opportunity unless earned . " Ugh fine . " I don't bother arguing since I know he won't agree anyway . " Rock paper scissors . " Mine was scissors and his was paper . I stick my tongue out at him . " Best out of 3 ? " He suggests and I shake my head with just as much intensity as he had done before . Jace chuckles and his eyes don't leave me for a second , making me feel slightly conscious and uncomfortable . I place the cue ball at it's original position and lean forward , aiming at it with the stick .