Novel & Cerita The Game Of Chase

He kissed our intertwined hands and went back to watching the games being played in front of us. The event started with a badminton match and was on a very interesting archery game when Chase made his appearance. A very disheveled one, I must say. He looked drunk, in fact. His eyes were bloodshot and his clothes ruffled. Aaron frowned and looked at Nash. Who in turn nodded, understanding his brother’s signal, I guess.

“What am I supposed to do?” “So, here’s how the game works Jack, this is a ping pong table but we’re not playing the traditional ping pong. It’s about how many times you score it in the cup. If the ball lands in the cup you win. The more you get from your opponent, the better.” Eric says. I can see Tanner walk into the room with Chelsea. There aremore people standing in the room than I thought. Tanner walks over to me. “That’s Chelsea’s ex. His name is Chase, no pressure, but you need to kick his ass at this game and win.” Tanner whispered.

I didn't exactly know what I was getting myself into but I need something to distract myself or I might end up doing something that will reveal our 'relationship' with the others. "What game?" he asked, his eyes boring straight to my soul. "Cham Cham Cham? The winner gets to flick the loser's forehead," I told him and he groaned. (Cham Cham Cham is a game also named as On-Two-Look in other countries. 2 players face each other, and player 1 points at player 2’s face and says “one, two, look.” And on the word “look” they point in a direction. If the other player copies the other, they lose)

Chase Chase's POV: The laughter echoed through the room as we gathered for our little gaming session. Daven, Eden, and I sat around the table, ready for a night of friendly competition. Daven grinned, shuffling the deck of cards. "Alright, folks, tonight's game is poker. No holding back, and no underworld tricks, Chase." I smirked, feigning innocence. "Who, me? I'm just here for a casual game." Eden chuckled. "Casual for you, maybe. I've seen your poker face, Chase. It's practically unreadable."

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

It must be a pleasure to be famous, right? Knight: What if we still don’t reply here? Kenzie named the group Modern Genes ಥ‿ಥ Kenzie Pogi: Dang it. You guys are really famous. Your girlfriend will dump you if you don't respond. Knight: Idiot. Do you even have a girlfriend? Why don’t I know about it? Chandler invited you to play F******k games. ‘Guys, Sariel said we should go hiking three days from now. Are you all available?’

I run as fast as I can. When I felt like I was no longer chased by that guy, I lean on a wall and relax. God, why are all of these happening so suddenly? I almost jumped on my feet when I was in a corner by a guy I met earlier. He's leaning closer to me, he smells so nice, it's a mix of mint and smoke. So all this time he's smoking? He's hella stunning! He's so handsome with his thick eyebrows and pointed nose. I must say that he's freaking rich by the watch on his wrist and the way his tuxedo perfectly suits his body. He leans closer to me and smells the side of my lips. My heart is beating so fast.

“I accept.” Her head jerks up. “What?” He shrugs. “I accept your proposition.” Disbelief clouds her features. “You don't even know what I was going to ask.” “I do.” His gaze never leaves hers. “You need a boyfriend.” ~~ Ariana Halberg kissed Calvin Grey to make her cheating ex-fiancé jealous. Days later, she hires him to play the part for real—and hands him ten percent of her family’s company to become its CEO. The arrangement is simple. She gets revenge. He gets control. Neither of them plans on wanting more. Until every fake touch, every stolen glance, and every battle of wills starts feeling dangerously real.

I raise my brow at him and he gives me a drop-down-turn-my-stomach gorgeous grin before draping his hands over my shoulders, pressing me to his side. "The day isn't over yet Blaze" he replies and urges us forward. My eyes catches a game in which the player has to shoot down bottles and win a prize. "What's that called?" I ask Zeke and he turns to the direction I'm pointing at. "Oh, the bottle stand?" "I think that's what it's called, can I play that?" "Let me play it, then I'd win the prize for you" Zeke offers and I glance at him. "Really?"