The God Players Novels & Stories

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

"The game is on Friday but you look wounded, I can only pray you to get better before then else I fear you might not be able to play as you know health comes first." He finished off with one of his best fake smiles, nodding his head a few times. Dylan's teammates continued to glare. A blind person could easily note the double meaning of each of those words. My mind drifted slowly to his earlier words utter with nothing but confidence, it was practically oozing off his skin. The fall was no accident. He played dirty. He did it for revenge. It worked because, in this current condition, there's no way Dylan can play. Without Dylan, everyone knows their chances of losing drops by over 50%, maybe

Her hands then reached for my body but before it did, she was yanked away from me. "I never really liked it when other people touch what's mine without my permission." Psyche's voice was still up beat and she was still smiling so sweet, but there was a hint of danger in her demeanor. "Who do you think you are? Freakshow!" Heather screamed at her but she was still smiling. "Oh, weren't you listening before? I'm Hana, Psyche Johana Montez. The only child of Gabriel and Valentine Montez, the only heir of the Valentine Group of Companies and Eros' girlfriend."

Alas, it was reality, and we had to face it. “How? How is this possible? How could the moon goddess do this to our family? Why play this endless game with us like this?” Father Darin complained as he stormed his feet on the ground angrily. “What is the moon goddess planning? Why did she set my sons up with that evil woman?” He continued lamenting. We were lost too, we were more confused than anyone. I had no idea what to say or do, and I was at a crossroads.

Hunter climbed off the couch and stood, grabbing his briefs that were tangled with his trousers before pulling them back on. The phone was still ringing. He glanced around the living room until he finally spotted it lying half out of his discarded pants pocket. It must have slipped out sometime during the night. The screen continued flashing. Hunter picked it up, expecting to silence an alarm. Instead, he frowned. It wasn't an alarm. It was a call. Dean Mercer flashed his phone screen, and Hunter groaned. Dean was the Titans' superstar winger. The boys often called him the Legendary Ladies' Man or the Wolf Who Hunted Prey.

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

Sterling Group's statement had not only pushed me to the opposite side of the victims, it had also put Verity & Cross's reputation on a pyre. I opened my messages. Ninety-nine plus unread. The voice messages from the plaintiff representatives were full of despair and rage. "Ms. Eckhart, we trusted you, so we handed you the evidence. And it turns out you were a mole for the Sterling family?" "For money, you don't even want your conscience anymore?" My face went completely cold. Julian Sterling was still the same as before. He could destroy everything I had without blinking. I lifted my head, my voice ringing through the entire Verity & Cross office.

“don’t you think we should really do something now? Zhang Fei Fei asked. “I don’t think he is bad, we should be wary though of who he plays the chess with, if I am to make a guess , I will say they bet on human fate, I think he is the one that bet on the survival of humans, if he is the one that bet on that then his opponent bet on their destruction. If that really happened and they are using gods as chess pieces to carry that out, that means there is other gods that is chess piece like us in the board,” Fate keeper said. “You have really been a god longer than me, I don’t think I ever thought of all this scenarios” Zhang fei fei said. “degenerate are gods too, their appearance is getting mo

The thin pen fluttered in his hand, dancing in the light breeze that seemed to permeate what would be stifling air otherwise. A game board in the form of a coiled snake was sat on the table ear him, the lion shaped pieces paused at random spaces on their journey to the head. Ishaq recognised the game as one he had played in the sand with his friends, their board drawn crudely in the dust and their counters made of small stones, not the grand ivory and alabaster. His confusion as to how the God played alone was soon answered as he set the jug down and one of the counters moved as though taken by surprise. Swiftly it moved back into place.

It was a tracking device that could GPS the victim through mobile phones. Mr. Cameron had high hopes he would never use it but purchased it anyway if needed. While studying the last issue for Spice, Paul discovered something about the item from one of their online community forums. The user who mentioned it said it was easy and effective. “Let’s test-drive this bad boy,” Paul smirked down on the chip. As soon as he pressed the top button, it started glowing red. --- Mr. Cameron ran straight out of the house. As he did so, Paul looked back several times to see if his wife followed to check and see him out. Luckily, Leah didn’t bat an eye. Paul wasn’t leaving just yet.