Novelas y relatos de The Game Maker

3 YEARS AGO Adriano ( PoV ) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 10:00PM "I just got a text from the Romanians saying the shipment has arrived at the docks" I tell Guzman, my bodyguard and second in command after Matteo. "The one we sent last week? Damn that Russian f*cker is fast!" Guzman replies, Looking at me through the review mirror. "He better be for what we're paying him" I mutter, stroking Klara's hair as she stirs in her sleep.

one exclaimed, unable to contain their amazement. Ernesta nodded shyly. “Yes.” Another programmer chimed in, “This game is really engaging. If you replaced the graphics with something more detailed, added sound effects, and kept developing it, it could become a multi-level game. You did a great job. You're really a beginner?” Ernesta smiled, “That's right. As you can see, I only used basic code commands.”

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.

I might as well have some fun. "I'll tell you if you promise not to get an inferiority complex," I said sweetly. I ticked off the names my favorite celebrities. "Nate Reynolds, Asher Donovan, Rafael Pessoa..." Dante looked unimpressed. "I didn't realize you were such a big soccer fan." Asher Donovan and Rafael Pessoa both played for Holchester United in the UK. "I'm a soccer player fan," I corrected. "There's a difference." I'd watched a total of three sports games in my life. l'd only mentioned Asher and Rafael because l saw them in an ad campaign yesterday and they were fresh on my mind.

“Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductions of people, I mean with the vast majority of people playing this so-called game. There should have been such news. Which only means it’s all false. The game might be real but those rumors following it are simpl

She felt naked. "Anika, tell me something." Why didn’t you come along with the others assuring me that your ad agency will propel Cass Pharmaceuticals to the top?" Her lips curled into a smile. "Because you are already at the top?" "You're such a tease." Her smile vanished at that point. He was correct. She was flirting, which was the furthest thing from her mind. She looked across the room to where the other ad executives were staring holes in her and Casper.

Iris actually throws up, realizing Joey and her stepmother are having sex. “I know, disgusting,” The woman holds Iris’s black hair back and rubs Iris’s back. “Why? Why is this happening?” Iris asks again, screaming and choking on tears. “It’s a little complicated. I’ll tell you what I can. You get three chances to make it right. I am sorry to say I agreed to a game with the god of the Sea. He says his creations are stronger than mine. Daria has already been re-born once. If she fails twice more, I win. So, you get to go back,” the lady tells Iris. “You get three chances. If you can’t defeat Daria and Ingrid, then I lose, and you stay dead.”

I ask, and he nods repeatedly. He turns the game back around, staring at it with sparkling eyes, “Yes! But it isn’t supposed to come out for another two months. How did you get it?” “Ah, I know a person who knows a person,” I chuckle. “This is the game that went out to the Beta-Testers.” Danny totally loses it, while Arawn leans in with a frown. “What did the person who knows a person get for that?” he whispers roughly, making me grin.

Now young people are allowed to also have fun even in front of adults. I promise myself today that I will get Lucas back. I will and I must no matter the extent I have to go to. His wife or Nana I won’t let any of them stop me because Lucas is mine. I walked out of my room and out of my house. I called my doctor on my phone and he answered quickly. “Hey, doc. So what did the result say?” “Emily, I told you countless times, right? You are not pregnant. It was a sharp pain in your stomach and that was all that it was nothing more”