The Blame Game Castle Novels & Stories

At one point, Montez leaned subtly toward her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Why does he look at you like that?” Her breath caught. “You’re imagining things.” But Montez’s hand tightened over hers beneath the table, his suspicion unrelenting. Yanov raised his glass. “To partnerships,” he said. “Old and new.” Crystal clinked around the table. But when Yanov’s gaze locked with Amira’s across the rim of his glass, the message in his eyes was unmistakable. Amira’s stomach knotted as she forced herself to sip her wine. They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

She was carrying a tray of pastries and walked over gracefully, bowing her head before us. Bradley picked up one of the pastries—a hot cross bun—and shoved it straight into his mouth. Then, he grabbed two more before motioning for the maid to leave. His cheeks were full as he chewed noisily. I gave him a look of pure disgust, which slowly turned into a glare as he held one out to me with an awkward, guilty smile. “No, thank you.” I said, looking away as we continued walking outside. Outside on the grounds, gardeners were trimming the flowers, leveling the grass, and painting the walls. A few servants were on ladders, hanging a large floating banner that read: Welcome to the 31st Wolfville Bl

The glass windows of the office exploded inward in a spray of glass, debris and thick black smoke and the force of the blast threw two council elders to the floor as the shockwaves shook the entire foundation of the castle. Through the gaping hole in the wall, the sound of Red Thorn war horns blared across the estate, echoing from the surrounding hills. Alpha Raymond’s full army had launched their assault, catching the castle completely off guard. "Invasion!" Elijah yelled, drawing his weapon as dust and smoke filled the room. Amidst the smoke, screaming guards and flying debris, Karl didn't run for cover. His eyes didn't shift from whoever he was looking at, as if anticipating this for a lo

Her face drained of color, and she widened her distance from Lloyd. After taking a moment to compose herself, she put on a polite, professional smile and greeted Wendy. She said, “What a coincidence, Miss Clark!” Meanwhile, with mockery in his voice, Lloyd said theatrically, “No way, Lloyd. I can’t believe you’d actually go for Miss Clark!” He shook his head and sighed. “It’s just a game. Why are you taking it so seriously?” There was an underlying meaning in his eyes, and it made Wendy’s gaze turn dark.

The way certain words landed with extra weight. "Viv, you're freaking me out. Talk to me." I shook my head. "Nothing. I'm just... I need to figure this out. One way or another. Tonight." "Then talk to him. Set the boundary. Demand an answer." Natasha reached across the table and squeezed my hand hard. "Whatever the truth is, you deserve to know. And if it turns out Sir is someone you know, someone who's been playing games with you this whole time... you need to decide if that's something you can forgive. Or if it's something that changes everything."

Her voice was gone. Only the shard of broken glass on the floor still faintly shimmered where she had been. From the crowd, someone whispered, “Maybe this is some trick by the professor…” No one responded. Because a question had begun to rise inside everyone — If this is a game… then how does it end? Suddenly, a laugh echoed from the back row. Rishabh. Always smiling. Always the one who made fun of everything. He stood up and said casually, “Why are you all so scared? Come on, yaar. This is just a psychological game.

"As long as there's a glimmer of hope, someone has to be the one to clear the minefield." In the end, six family members stepped forward. Three men, three women. Alice and Isabella entered the inner castle as maids. My little cousin went to the stables. The other three chose to be gardeners and low-level Delta patrols. A flash of light. They disappeared into the portal. Leaving the rest of us praying to the pitch-black screen. Please, survive.

The agony swallowed everything else, and a bloodcurdling scream tore out of me, my voice ringing through the empty warehouse. Even so, not one person spared me a shred of mercy. Blow after blow, I became nothing but a mangled, blood-smeared heap, until the agony burned itself down to numbness. I had no idea how long it went on. The bodyguards didn't stop until I was barely breathing. In that moment, Andrew stared at me like I was his mortal enemy, as if I had committed the unforgivable. He raised his boot and ground its heavy leather sole across my face.

You look beautiful," Anika exclaimed. Sarah grinned and bowed her head, but not before Anika noticed the tiny pink on her cheeks. Jacob made an impatient motion toward Casper. "Why are you standing here while he is standing over there?" Jacob's face stiffened as he examined the room. "I should have known the old bastard would be here." Anika followed his eyes and found Pete Foxhorn holding court within earshot of Casper. Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous.

“Is that a threat?” “Just saying.” “Anyway, I don’t recall seeing a baby bump. She is gorgeous, though. Get her in here. I’ve always wanted a foursome.” “Are you going to let him start calling the shots now, Alpha Liam?” “Maybe she could watch as we have our own little reverse harem.” “That’s enough, Simon,” he growled. “This has gone too far already. I think you should leave.” “Make me.” His brother upended the coffee table, scattering the cards. Jacks and aces, red and black, vied with those bearing numbers. Some of them even landed face down, revealing the beautiful geishas on the back.