The Game Plan Joe Kingman の小説・ストーリー

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Joe shivered at the ferocious voice over the phone. So, he ran to where his master was. “Mr. King!” He yelled all over the Villa. “Is the world on fire?” Jared inquired indifferently. “It is K-Killian. He asked for you.” Joe quickly delivered as he held onto his phone tightly. “Tell him I have gone on a business trip.” He quipped. The last thing he wanted was to deal with his son’s temper. But before he could speak into the phone, voices were heard.

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

“You need to eat.” “Thanks, Mom.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Any time, pumpkin.” Joe laughed and sat in the chair next to me. “Give me the rundown.” I handed him the map labeled ‘A’. “This is the first plan we are going to run, if things go awry then I have six other back up plans. We can have stores here and here. In case we need more bullets.” “That’s good,” Joe said as he squinted at the papers in front of him.

“I’m guessing things didn’t go as planned.” Thomas smirked faintly, picking up his glass of Brandy, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Plans change. I always have backups.” “You sound confident.” “I am confident.” He took a sip and leaned back. “I’ve been preparing for this game for years. I don’t lose. If one path closes, I’ll open another, that's how it works. That's how I've been able to use King for twenty years before he found out who he was dealing with,”

It took every ounce of my skill not to gasp. Three kings. I had three kings, along with a four and a queen. Three kings. I nearly wept with relief. It was as if fate had decided I was gambling for the right reasons and deserved to win. Maybe the universe was on my side and wanted me to save my sister. Unless it was more than fate. I looked up through my lashes toward the young dealer. Could he be helping me? Micheal was about my age, and he’d come twice to our apartment for dinner.

Salazar came out tonight with a few bodyguards with him, Carl knew he was on a hunt, and this young man was the prey. “Is it the King’s game?” Carl asked curiously. This time, the young man became more vigilant with his actions; the laptop bag he was holding a while ago was now secured in his body. He looked at Carl and next to Salazar, who was still looking for him. Carl knew how the King’s Game was played. It was a simple game between vicious mafia members. He once participated in the game and became the king. Its mechanics were easy. It was a game of death between the prey and the hunters. The Joker card was the prey, and the king card was for the King. The King’s role was to hunt for the

Another calculated move to break me. I don’t answer. The less fuel I give him, the less he has to work with. But he keeps going, undeterred. “Oh, baby King’s gone all quiet,” he jeers, his tone dripping with condescension. My fists clench, the knuckles turning white. I start counting in my head, forcing myself to stay calm. “Word is,” he continues, leaning back against the wall like he owns the place, “Don planned everything. Sure, he didn’t expect to die, but for once, our club won over yours.” He laughs, the sound sharp and deliberate.

A man presents between Keanu and Darko. Darko rolled his eyes lazily while Keanu looked at the man with full of inquiry. The man walked over with his hands in the fabric pants he was wearing. That man turned to see Amanda's condition, whose head was limp on the bartender's desk. "You said, she is your woman, but you couldn't handle it!" mocked the man who is King. Darko spits to the side when he hears King's insinuation for him. Darko was annoyed why that human kept being around him, did King want to be his shadow? Keanu stood quietly watching the two men who glared at each other in front of him.