The Games We Play Book Novels & Stories

It was a given. “So Hazel, you will play in the games me and Axel have planned for you just to keep us entertained. If you win, we call off the war, but if you don't— oh, sweet Hazel, there will be bloodshed.” My tummy clenched, and I found it hard to swallow. It was obvious. This wasn't something simple. “Don't be scared. It's just one game from each of us to appease our wrath.” he explained, and I had that strong persistent feeling that the games would be nasty.

For if she did not, she might not see everything of the truth in this world, the games that are playing at the back of things, and the future that no one can change or manipulate, as the end should fall into that destruction. “Everything of this is all a game, a battle of wits with the ability to write the perfect novel. We are all under that author’s very influence as our actions are all according to the author’s will. Our world is just a book among the other five where the seventh is the original and the true one. Some are reading it right now as some had no clue at all. In this world run with lies and pretenses, we are the pieces of his chessboard, right, GOD?”

Most of the games were hand games, games played with little objects like stones and little boards. Mia's face squeezed with a frown, I couldn't help but stifle laughter. It was fun to see her uncomfortable, angry and courteous at the same time. Next time, she wouldn't walk into other people's space to threaten them or find trouble. “Bitch, I don't know what you are up to but you will not win!” she muttered through her teeth as we both stared at the board in search of a game to play. “Is that so?” My smirk drew wider.

"One summer I had gotten hold of this book, a strategy text from the old northern academies, genuinely interesting, nothing the Calloway library was supposed to have. I was reading it in the garden then he found me and asked what it was and when I told him, he laughed and said girls did not need strategy books." I said nothing, i let her continue. Her voice was too sweet and calm to pause anyways. "So I spent the next four days learning everything in it," she continued. "And then I challenged him to a strategy game in front of everyone at the dinner table. He agreed because he thought it would be entertaining." A pause with a particular quality to it. " And it was. For me though" “For real”

He was standing again and we could all see how stretched Sandra's lips were to wrap around his prick and how often she had to swallow to keep up with the volume of his cum. At that point, there seemed to be a subtle change in the game. Both of the Strongs seemed to be winning more often, and Regina less. Edward wasn't a bad player and the hands he laid down were on the whole, good cards. Rob seemed to be winning with weaker cards. It didn't take long before the pile of chips in front of them grew and everyone else's diminished. I watched awhile to see if I could pick out the reason why. Most of the time Rob won, Regina stayed in the game until she drove the other players out, afraid of her s

I spent hours with the both of them, playing board games, not noticing how much time was escaping me. I don’t think I have smiled more; Grace was brilliant, such a beautiful, sweet girl, and it tugged at my heart every time she broke out into coughs, her eyes watering as she put on a brave face and tried to keep her eyes on her cards. “I’m just trying to get you to be sympathetic for me, so you don’t see this,” she slammed down a blackjack when it was about to be Corbyn’s turn, “coming,” she grinned, laughter bubbling in her throat at the look of displeasure on Emerson’s face.

Alpha Leo’s POV She looked at me with confusion in her eyes. She couldn't believe what I said for a moment as her mouth opened and closed on its own. “What… What was the meaning of what you just said? Games and rules? Why would an Alpha play games in his mansion? Are you going to create some gaming stations in the mansion where you and I will be playing games?” She asked, feigning ignorance, but it was clear to me that she knew that wasn't what I meant.

Even though he’s older than me, I feel like an older brother. We play what car games we can with one of us blindfolded: Never Have I Ever, 20 Questions, Animal, Plant or Mineral, and several alphabet games with different topics from weird childhood fears to favorite songs. It’s actually nice to get to know them outside of their trauma and they seem to have fun with each other. The guys’ relationship with Corinda is still obviously strained, but they seem to be able to put that aside for a few hours and just have fun.

“You have to remember that we are in this field where no goody-two-shoes wins anything. It’s all about blood and all the dirty games we have to play right if we want our plans to even move forward. Adrianna just happened to receive an offer that we will make us all win and we don’t fucking care anymore if it is from Matt Zamora or not!” She already called me in my first name—we are not, in a way, kidding anymore. I sighed and before I could even break the silence that just happened right after Leondelle’s speech; Rozaine—our woman barely speaks—takes it upon herself to do it… by popping a wine bottle.

"We're survivors, and that monster isn't going to win." From her expression, she doesn't believe me. The doubt is creeping back in and I understand. Talking and doing are two different things. The time for making promises is over and action is the only thing that will allow us to sleep at night. The bastard will die. Melina breaks into our conversation. "How about a game of Spades," she says, pulling a deck of cards from the side table. "We can play partners and pretend we're ordinary women with too much time on our hands."