Novelas y relatos de The End Of The Game Book

It struck the far wall with a sharp crack and shattered into a dozen black shards that scattered across the floor. “The game is over,” he said. And in the silence that followed, Millie knew it was true. But as she lay in his arms, her body a tapestry of their play, she also knew something else. The game had ended. But something else had just begun. ______ Chloe closed the diary slowly, her fingers lingering on the edge like she was holding onto the last line a second longer than she needed to. She stared at the cover, quiet for a beat. “…Alright, Millie,” she muttered. “Let's break down The Albert Game to understand you better and why you went through that.

We sealed it with another kiss. And nothing was ever the same again. THE END OF BOOK TWO

Who knows what we'll run into? The End

The future is unwritten, and for the first time in any lifetime, we don’t need a Game to prove we deserve this. Kael kisses me once more, slow and devastating, and when the light shifts and the bells ring, and the castle carries on around us, I close my eyes and live. The End.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

“Let’s finish the game.” “He better not start anything,” Declan muttered as we all moved back to our positions. “He won’t,” I cut in quickly. Jackson raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” “He just won’t, okay?” I insisted Or at least I hoped so. Jackson didn’t look convinced, but he dropped it. The game resumed, loud and chaotic, but my focus wasn’t really there anymore. Every serve, every laugh, every shout blurred at the edges. Because even when I wasn’t looking at him—I could feel him.

And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE

The game was far from over. ********************************************

She was finally home. The End