Supremacy Game Novels & Stories

But the matter about him dying or maybe me needs to be taken care of first. I looked at Victor. Then at Jane. “We need to bring this game to public,” I said finally. Victor blinked at me slowly. Jane tilted her head. They both had that look like I just said something unhinged. “What exactly are you getting at?” Victor asked carefully. “Well,” I continued, pacing a little because my brain works better when I move, “we all know the Supreme councils love playing in secret. They manipulate from shadows. They erase problems quietly. They control narratives before anyone even knows there’s a story.”

The rest of the dinner was the usual with the whole family being merry. Serena lay in bed as she thought how her brother is soon going to be passed on the duty of the beta. Damon is 22 and the gamma’s son is 23 but both of them have had to wait till her brother’s best friend, the alpha’s son Vante is 22, his birthday is in a month. They waited because in our pack the ceremony is held only after all three of them, three of them referring to the people taking the position of Alpha, Beta and Gamma are of age that is 22. And soon she was drifting off to dreamland.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

They were unstoppable. Upstairs on the balcony, Damaris shut her laptop with a victorious, wide grin, raising her champagne glass to Marcus and Isaiah as they watched the Vanguard empire crumble in real-time. Down below, Selah and Xavier walked out of the gala hand-in-hand. They had walked into the lions' den facing a federal threat, and they were walking out as the undisputed rulers of the city.

"Dominic, take the ledger. Burn it. I want no record of the mongrel in this building." "Of course, Father," Dominic said. They walked out, leaving me alone in the cavernous room. I sat there for an hour, staring at the empty chair where Silas had sat. I reached out and touched the obsidian table, feeling the cold stone. I was the Chairperson. I was the Sovereign. I was the most powerful woman in Manhattan. And as I looked at the closed doors, I realized that I had won the war, saved the man, and lost my soul in the process.

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

Then Natasha’s voice cuts through my tortured thoughts. “The first game is called…” she pauses, her grin so wide it could swallow the sun, “…The Strongest Ass.” The strongest… what? My brain tries to process this. Oh God, please tell me it’s not what I think it is. She smiles, waving her hands as if she’s conducting an orchestra of chaos. “This game is simple. If the person you’re rooting for has a strong ass that can break iron, he will win!” The crowd erupts…cheering, clapping, shouting. I clutch my head. Everyone here is insane.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

When you have three kings of any kind and a chosen briscola or the Trump suit, you'll win the game by default. "Release me now, Sarah." I said while wiggling my eyebrows. "Who said I will?" She got the gun on her side and pointed it at me. "Any last wishes, Merchaiass?"