The Game Plan Joe Kingman Novels & Stories

Lexie pressed her lips together, nodded, and got up to sit on the other side. Walter sat next to Jocelyn and immediately, Jocelyn’s body became stiff. When Jordan saw this, he made a face at Walter and then chuckled. “The reason we’re here today is to exchange contacts among alumni. In the future, we can help each other out at work and connect more. It’s meaningless to just sit here and chat. Why don’t we play King’s Game?” Walter looked like an easy-mannered nobleman, but he was very unapproachable.

he said, making everyone look at him. “Why? What are you planning to do now?” the old King asked. Deep down, he regretted giving the man a chance to prove himself since he had only brought his son sadness and wasted everyone’s time just to get what he wanted. He wished that he had listened to the rest when they warned him not to. But thinking of how things were and the fact that they needed someone to take over Josiah’s position. “What am I planning? I am not planning anything,” Simon answered as he snorted.

"You can have it. It's upfront. They won't be able to catch up with you if you have that." "Promise me you'd take care of her," Joe demands, leaving the man's hand hang in the air. He haven't taken the keys yet. The man raises Joe's hand and puts the keys in it, "I promise." "Thank you, old man, for everything" Joe limps forward, heading for the woods. With darkness shading his eyes from the view around him and the sameness of trees occupying his sense of sight, Joe limps forward fostering hope that he's on the right path.

demon:- I want to know something, is the king going to play a game too, he is so cruel how are other people going to play against him, power or not he still is the king, even if anyone win, he can still easily kill them, am I right, he can kill anyone and keep throne to himself. host:- indeed he is a monster, no one dares to go against him, yes he is going to play a game with his wife, but nothing going to change, in the game, he going to play fairly no fair treatment going to give him, he might die in a game like another player who knows, and he going to be here soon, with his wife. Johan show up, his presence was dark, like he here too dominant, he look so much calm, with an evil smile on

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”

He looked completely unharmed. And yet he was drenched. From throat to boots. A fresh kill. Or maybe more than one. Joe, the King’s beta, stepped into the silence. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the blood, the tension, the five of us still standing there. “My King,” Joe said carefully, “what happened?” But the King didn’t answer. Instead, his voice was eerily calm. “Tell the maids to set up the dining.” I blinked. Wait… what?

Mal says with a victorious grin but I shake my head, “We can't use that video, Mal.” “That's why I'm activating Plan B.” “What's that?” Ken and I ask in sync. “We take the video to his father, let him deal with the traitors.” “I don't think he'd kill his son, we're talking about his only heir,” Ken argues. “Well, the guy in the video sounded mighty certain.” “Yeah, and where's he now with all his certainty, Mal?” “Point is, we've got to do something so we don't end up like that guy, and giving up Jojo is out of the question.”

The moment he let the other guy live is when he signs his death certificate cause the guy will not return the favor, but he was going to play along. " Alright, you have four chances to impress me......" he paused and watched the light appear in the guy's eyes thinking that things were going his way, but he burst his delusion with next words. " But I still get to play my game. If by the fourth click you can make me an offer that I like and the gun hasn't killed you, I will let you live. " King watched as he turned around his plan in his head. A frown appeared on his forehead. They both knew the plan was shit for the guy but his other option is a straight bullet to the head.