The Games A Private Novel Novels & Stories

I know they will not let me down. I reach my room and call Dora, one of the girls. We discuss the game, and I pay the money into her account. On the plane, Riccardo gave me all the passwords to my father's business accounts, and I changed them. The bank and credit cards are all canceled. The only way to do business now is via internet banking. Dora can not wait to get the servers up and running and launch our game. I did most of the work and am giving the funds, I get fifty percent of the profits we make, and they will share the other fifty percent. I am sure it will be one hell of a success, as I know the potential of my game. Cell phone games are big these days, and people spend money play

I pulled it out, hoping it wasn’t Jonathan checking on me, because I couldn’t talk to him right now. It was a text from an unknown number. Enjoying your morning? This is just the beginning. …D My hands started shaking again. I threw the phone across the room, not caring where it landed. Then I curled up on my bed, still clutching the pillow, and tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do. Because one thing was clear…Daniel was playing a game. And he was enjoying being a psychopath if bastard. I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up hours later to my phone ringing.

“Simplify. Stop helping them.” I nodded, jaw tight, and climbed back over the boards for the next shift. Playing without knowing whether Miles would make it should not have mattered as much as it did. We had gone into plenty of games without him in the building. This was different. Everything around us was different now — formal access, alliance optics, Theo and Kane knowing, Rowan adapting, Elias watching for reluctance. The private war had started leaking into places it did not belong, and tonight it was leaking into my timing.

Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :) xoxo, Ronnie

A few moments later after settling down a bit, I entered my game room to play some video game with someone online who challenged me, I laughed because he didn’t know I was the master of the game world, I got ready to play the game and gave a strict order, no one is allowed to invade my privacy. The player messaged me saying, “Are you ready?” “I was born ready,” I replied and we got ready for round one, as usual, I was able to kill all his men in the game, they gave me the mafia lord title a lot of points and started the next round to get higher point my room door opened revealing Gina coming in with a tray of cookies and juice. “You have been here for hours so I thought of getting you this f

Roman said, reaching for a door handle. Zoriana stiffened. A mix of shame and morbid curiosity flooded her. Did she really want to see this? But it was too late. The door swung wide, revealing… a large, sun-drenched room filled with stuffed animals, puzzles, books, Legos, and board games. “Alpha, you look shocked. Have you never seen a kids' playroom before?” Roman joked. “Zoriana, you are so dirty-minded,” Kalina cackled in her head.

"Julia mentioned an auction after the game." "I will display them and sell off their use after the game. It's where Lisa's vagina and ass will be sold. We don't take the time for sex during the game; only two minutes of oral pleasure after each hand. The players can bid on them with their poker winnings only and the proceeds go to charity as I'm not whoring them out." Gwen took a deep breath, thinking briefly. "I don't want to join your little menagerie on a permanent basis, but I'd like to come to next Thursday's game as a red silk slave."

Just as she picked her phone to call Mikhail so she could share the good news, a notification pinged on her Laptop. An email arrived from an anonymous burner account, subject line: "One more Gift." Attached was a link. She almost deleted it, almost but curiosity, or maybe masochism, made her click. The video loaded slowly on her private browser. Grainy at first, then sharpening into nightmare clarity.

"Besides, this way is more useful. He seduces you. He falls for you and then when the truth comes out, he's too devastated to function. Too destroyed to be credible. Problem solved." “Okay, whatever it is you want it'll be done.” “Good.” And he hung up. Diego Vaughn was going to get hurt badly and I was going to be the one who did it because that was the plan. My phone was still in my hand. I opened a new message and started typing before I could stop myself but instead of texting Diego, I did something else. Arranged deliveries. First: The art book. Limited edition. Diego had mentioned it once in an interview I'd read. He said it was his dream to own it.

At last, my fingers flew across the screen, sending a message into the night. Staring at the white walls above me, a sudden flash of clarity swept through my mind. It was as if a weight had lifted. Born into a family like mine, with a father like him, I had always tried to save as many people as I could. What more could I expect in return? Maybe I was simply born to pay back the Chandlers.