The Status Game Novels & Stories

Looking all serious and fired up like they were battling for their lives. A deck of cards was brought out and the young man shuffled through. I thought it was Blackjack or a game of Spades but I was wrong. It was an entirely different game, one I had never seen before, it read, “Merger and Acquisition.” “What kind of game is this?" I thought again inwardly. The lady spoke after, saying, “Anyone who chooses to leave can do so in the next five minutes before the game begins.”

he spoke giving me a death glare. “Well—” I moved closer to him until were almost breathing the same air, I untied the knots of his restrain before taking my former position. “You see, I need you to partake in a game. But I am not requesting you to join but rather, I am only announcing it—” “What kind of game are you talking about?” he cut me off. “It’s a death game. You’ll fight some other prisoner and whoever wins, gains a prize. Isn’t that spectacular? You’ll have whatever you want! You only need to win. That's all.” I laughed sarcastically.

“You’re treating romance like a game again.” “It is a game. You have to gamble to get it right.” “No,” Chloe said softly. “You don't have to gamble with your feelings!” “Feelings are unpredictable,” I replied calmly. “Strategic planning gives predicted results.” Camilla propped herself up on her elbows. “Let’s be honest. Is this about status?” I didn’t hesitate to give her an answer. “Yes.” They stared at me for a few seconds. “At least you’re honest with yourself,” Chloe muttered.

"Because I wanted to see if the girl who stole my encryption keys still had the courage to look me in the eyes without a piece of carbon fiber between us." I looked down at the knife clattering in the shadows, then back up at his face. The power dynamic in the room was shifting violently, a high-stakes chess game where every move threatened absolute destruction. I wasn't the broken bird anymore, but he wasn't just a warden either. We were two predators locked in a concrete box, and the first one to blink would lose everything.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

It must be a pleasure to be famous, right? Knight: What if we still don’t reply here? Kenzie named the group Modern Genes ಥ‿ಥ Kenzie Pogi: Dang it. You guys are really famous. Your girlfriend will dump you if you don't respond. Knight: Idiot. Do you even have a girlfriend? Why don’t I know about it? Chandler invited you to play F******k games. ‘Guys, Sariel said we should go hiking three days from now. Are you all available?’

He saw me as worthless trash and just a way to kill time, or worse yet, a stepping stone to get his ex back. Hearing him say he loved me now only made me feel nauseous. It was so fake I could hardly stand it. He reached for me, trying to pull me into his arms, but I stepped back and wiped away my tears. I glared at him and growled, "Isaiah, your acting skills are seriously impressive." He tried to play dumb. "Honey, what are you talking about?" I grabbed my phone, opened the photos I had saved from the night before, and choked out, "Isaiah, are you done playing your games?"

“And I’d hate for everyone to find out about your illegal fights. And about the little gold you left me, you must have been in quite a rush, weren’t you?” The corner of his mouth twitches, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, he straightens and moves on to the next girl, his smile still firmly in place. To anyone watching, he’s the picture of composure, but I see the tightness in his jaw, the subtle clench of his fists. I release a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My hands are clammy, my pulse erratic. The officials enter the room, their voices carrying over the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to commence the games.”

I don't play games. He shrugged. "GAMES, after all, are half the fun, aren't they? But if you must have it your way, I suppose I could extend them for a while yet. .. to spice things up, to provide an incentive, to keep everyone entertained." I narrowed my eyes. "Get to the point. Call the damn price." He grinned, refusing. "Nope. Not yet. A little while longer. They’re safe, don't worry… for now." I raised my hand, holding it near my gun. The crowd was shifting all around us. Venus’s soldiers, Marco’s soldiers.

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