The Blame Game Castle Novels & Stories

"You think if you run away to a motel or stay in a studio, you're making a choice. But Caspian is a Blackwood. If he doesn't sign those papers by Friday, the Vanguard group pulls out. If they pull out, the trust defaults on its liquidity loans. We lose the penthouses, the galleries, the banks. Everything he used to buy your affection disappears." She walked over to the tall window, looking out at the rainy New York street. "He won't let that happen, Sera. He thinks he can find a third way. He thinks he can save the girl and keep the castle. But in the real world, the castle always wins, because the castle is the only thing that outlives the people inside it." "The castle is a prison," I said

My heart nearly stopped. That box had been hidden under my bed. It contained the keepsakes my parents left behind. "No!" I finally screamed. But it was too late. She laughed and smashed the photo frame onto the ground. Glass shards scattered everywhere. Felix's cane was crushed under her heel, and Katie's comb snapped clean in half. My tears finally hit the ground. "I win!" Mikaela ran excitedly to Erwin. "Erwin, from now on you can only have me." Erwin laughed. He then pinched her chin hard. "How naive. Anyone connected to Lara disgusts me. Why would I want any of you?"

"We were all eating together! Why did you dump all the blame on me?" Chloe rolled her eyes. "Don’t be so sensitive. You started all this. Stop twisting things." Natalie nodded. "Yeah, Rachel, you’re just being too sensitive." Rachel froze, lost for words. I couldn’t hold back a laugh. She spun toward me, screaming, "Lila! You must have known about the inspection! Why didn’t you warn us?" Chloe and Natalie jumped on the bandwagon. "Yeah, Lila! Did you do this on purpose?"

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!"

The room it led into was dark. I opened the door and was greeted by a strange fragrance. "Heather? Are you at home?" I shouted again. There was a click, and the door was closed. I turned around and saw Heather, her figure illuminated under the moon's light. She was wearing a thin, sheer dress that covered her flawless body. Underneath was nothing. Her privates were visible, and my blood rose. "Heather, what are you doing? Where is Liam?" She pressed her delicate fingers to my mouth and said, "Cyril, I'm the only one at home today."

And the amount of pride she felt when she finally joined the group when she sat up straight and had her picture taken, Madison is likely on the game board now. The lust that was burning between us this morning--I’m sure that with a little more pressure, I’ll have her giving up her virginity to me by the end of the week. I should be thrilled, but I’m not. After seeing the look on her face this morning, my heart isn’t into it. I’m not getting nearly as much joy from our game as I usually do. “So Atticus,” Evie smiles over her salad, her eyes twinkling. “We’re tallying up points from the last couple of days and we’d like to know, on a scale of 1-10, how much “wrath” was Lily expressing after se

I sat off to the side, listening to my father's threats, trying to pressure Zach into marrying me. As the person directly involved, I wasn't allowed to speak. Zach remained resolute. "I will not marry Leah." Despite knowing this was all part of the game, hearing those words still struck a chord, a sudden, unexpected pang in my chest. The man before me, cold and proud, stood with a dignity that remained unshaken, even in front of my father. If things had been different, maybe we truly wouldn't marry. At my father's signal, eight bodyguards, all trained fighters, swiftly surrounded Zach.

“Neither was the game. And yet here we are.” Mia and Ryan entered, looking equally shaken. Ryan tossed a book onto Anna’s desk. “Found this in the restricted section of the library.” Anna picked it up, reading the title. The Reflection Game: A Curse Through Time. Mia crossed her arms. “It says the game doesn’t end until all the lost pieces of the players are reclaimed.” Anna swallowed hard. “Which means…” Ryan nodded grimly. “We’re not free yet.” Silence filled the room. Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “So what now?”

“Before you eat anything in this castle, you should let someone eat it first.” “What?” “For poison.” The conversation has taken such a sudden turn that I’m left blinking. Dayla isn’t smiling anymore, “You have a lot more enemies in this castle than Damien thinks. Only now, they won’t attack you upfront.”

The more he pushed Roman to lose his focus, the more Roman showed his control over his emotions towards his cousin. That wasn’t the end of the parlor games, though. Almost every team is down. The ones remaining are Roman and me, against Sylvia, and her late comer boyfriend Dario. She was a bubbly woman. I mean, all the women in the Castillo family seemed to inherit their grandmother’s effervescent attitude. The last game was a paper dance. Sylvia and Dario didn’t stand a chance. Through that game, I learned Roman had an amazing groove. Now my mind was thinking of a lot of dances we could pair up to.