Novel & Cerita The Waiting Game Book

THE WAITING GAME (Damien's POV) The day started like any other. My alarm blared at six. I took a very cold shower. Put on a nice suit. Took a cup of coffee. And drove to the office. But nothing felt normal anymore. I kept checking my phone. Every few minutes. Waiting for another message from the anonymous blackmailer. Waiting for their demands. Waiting for their instructions. But nothing came. The silence was worse than the threats. At least threats would tell me what I was dealing with. This waiting patiently and not knowing anything. This not knowing what they were planning. It was driving me crazy.

I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch. Angel, Eva… They were nothing like what their families had been. Their lives at the moment looked so peaceful, so ordinary. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something. They left me no clues, no loose ends, nothing to hold on to. “Looking for something?.” A too-familiar voice suddenly said, startling me. The book made a loud bang on the floor and I turned to see Angel, sitting casually by a window, a book nestling in his lap.

I could not believe the arrogant Dave was about to play the game too. Tala shrugged of the thought of Dave embarrassing her as she joined us. I sat quietly... I was suppose to leave, what am I still doing here? "You! Tala pointed at me..is your turn." And i swear, my heart skipped. I looked at Kelly immediately and she nodded at me. Oh heavens! Help me not to fall into the wrong number. With a shaking hand, I picked one of the paper after Tala explained the game a little to the "C boys". It was 7 papers that were yet to be picked after i took mine.

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]

The core and point for everything of this are to be written in the first place. “Think about it and deep Alliah. You had the answer to that question a long time ago. A very long time ago.” The little girl’s echoing voice. The fact that was there for so long but Alliah fails to recognize, think about, and embrace it fully. The fate and life that she needed to wake up sooner than anyone expects. All for the sake of the game, the flow of time, and the knocking beginning of a false book that is needed to be opened.

She was a part of a much bigger game. “Thank you, Miranda,” Nadia said quietly. “I didn’t realize how much was at stake.” Miranda met her gaze, her expression unreadable. “It’s not just about pretending, Ms. Nadia. You’re both part of a game that could change everything. And to win, you need to stay sharp. Theodore doesn’t lose, and neither should you.” Nadia’s heart raced. She wasn’t sure if she could win this game, but the stakes were clear now. “I’ll do my best,” she said, determination creeping into her voice.

“Nice to meet you, summer. I assume you’ve been distracting my brother here?” I shook my head. “Hardly. We spoke about the business a bit.” “I can also see you painted the walls here too.” Jacob then turned to his brother. “You hire the pretty ones to do your dirty work huh? What else do you have this poor girl doing?” He looked me up and down. At this moment, I wish I could be invisible. “No, Jacob.” Zach said with a bit of irritation in his voice. “Hmm.” Jacob rubbed his chin. “She won’t last long.”

I paced up and down and kept staring at the huge clock on the wall. “2:23 am” and he's still not back. He told me not to worry, but how could I possibly do that? How could I do that when he's literally on a dangerous quest? I fidgeted with my fingers, sipping my tea to no avail, I waited for his arrival. “Maybe I need something to distract me.” I made my way to our room and grabbed the latest book he got me. I returned to the living room and tried my best to distract myself. “Fifty Shades of Grey is one heck of a book.” It's just weird how people term this as sexuality.

Camila smiled faintly this time, and the expression looked more honest than any smile she had worn before. “I don’t know yet. Somewhere this city can’t follow me.” I stood up quickly. “Camila—” “Don’t miss the game tomorrow,” she interrupted softly. “He waited thirteen years for that seat to be filled.” She turned as if to leave, then stopped once more. “And Clara?” “Yes?” “When he looks at you tomorrow, don’t look away.” Her smile trembled slightly. “I saw what it did to him every time you did.” Then she walked away.

The woman who, according to village whispers, once worked for the Blackwell family… and vanished decades ago. I touched the cover. It was cold—unlike the warm board above it. Opening it, the first page was covered in tight, slanted handwriting in black ink, fading at the edges. > This book is not for the eyes of outsiders. If you are reading it, you are already part of the game. I swallowed hard. Game? My eyes skimmed further. The pages were full of what looked like prophecies, some crossed out, some marked with sharp X’s.