The Games A Private Novel Novels & Stories

“I’m not asking for forgiveness. Once I left Ashford, I’m basically nobody right now. I don’t exactly have anything impressive left to offer you.” “What are you planning to do then?” Marcus exhaled. “Go back to what I actually liked in college. Game engineering. I started a company with two old classmates.” Allison remembered. The game he built in college—won the national university game design competition. And that wasn’t even his major. He’d entered just to grab some extracurricular credits. Ended up taking first place. “Congrats,” she said quietly. “Glad you found something you actually want.” “So when I said all that just now, I wasn’t fishing for a yes. I just wanted you to know where I

She will not allow that to happen! “Princess Ameerah, I am the Alpha Pharoah and I need to protect our Kingdom. Who would even thought that there would be someone who would come out alive after the game? No one did that from the start that we had this ‘Games of Fangs and Death’. Such a lucky man huh!” Alpha Pharoah Kingtin sneered as if truly disgusted by the outcome of the game.

“Miss don't take the game seriously. Oops, “Sean was able to avoid my first throw. He and Luis did a high five. I was exhausted from the previous game so my throws missed. Nobody has been eliminated yet. “Mind if I join the game?” A voice asked. When I heard that, I almost squeezed the ball flat. “Hi, Chels!” Luis smiled. “Yeah, you can join us.” NO!!!!!!!!!!! Damn it! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

How could she force him to play such cheap card games? Just as Mandy had guessed, it was true that Daniel had never played such card games before. Nevertheless, his curiosity was piqued and he was soon very interested in it. "How do you play it?" he asked innocently. Sonia's eyes widened in amazement as if she had just heard the biggest revelation of the century. "You don't know how to play 'Fight Against Landlords'?" "Is it strange?" He asked while raising an eyebrow. Sonia was puzzled. This was the most popular poker game in the country. Primary school students often play this game, so how come he didn't know how to play it?

I was looking around the room not expecting to see anyone. ‘I doubt the old man will be here. Seeing how he got her a house to live in by herself with only servants to keep her company... He may not even come to check on her. Probably will send someone to give her a message.’ I closed my eyes and tried to remember the things from the otome game I played. The game was called “A Highschool Royal Romance”. The game was about how an orphan who found out she was the missing daughter of a noble family. She was taken back into the family with open arms. Since she was back with her family she had to go to a school where only the most important and richest people could go.

They all seemed to mock how blind I'd been. My chat history with Josephine still contained nothing but bank transfers. Somewhere along the way, she'd gone from telling me everything to not even sending a simple good morning message. Every text I sent disappeared into the void without so much as a reply. The day I was supposed to leave, someone started pounding on my door. I opened it to find Owen standing there alone. "What's wrong—" Before I could finish, Owen's fists slammed into my leg over and over, forcing me backward.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

It’s real. Slowly, Dominique Gray turns his head toward my direction, like he can sense my presence already with the way I kept glaring at him from where I’m standing, and for a long second, our eyes lock, both of us staring at each other. And for the first time, since I knew this man existed, I could simply read the look on his face and the fiery look in his eyes. He’s started a game, a very dangerous game, and he has no intention of losing.

, she whispers, as if every word is a dangerous secret. “Games? I once heard them talking about going to play somewhere... but they weren't clear. I thought it was card games, I don't know”, I whisper back. “It's sex. There's everything you can imagine from explicit games to all kinds of tastes. You can only enter if you're invited, and you sign a liability contract and Didi will try to get me in under a false name. Would you like one?” I shake my head in disapproval. “I don't know if that's my thing.”

The air is thick with the scent of desperation and greed. The room is a den of vice, with round tables scattered about, each one a battleground for high-stakes games of poker and blackjack. The green felt is worn and stained, a testament to the countless nights of excess. Stacks of cash and chips tower above the players, their faces set in determined lines, their eyes fixed on the prize. The chandelier above casts a yellowish glow, highlighting the tension etched on their faces. I spot my contact, a man, only a few years older than me, with umber skin and hazel brown eyes, his tattoos on full display.