Turned Game Novels & Stories

Blood streamed from her head, teeth scattered like pearls on the floor. Nathan's eyes were wild with fury. "You're nothing but a toy! Without us, you'd be dead in some orphanage. Carol is worth infinitely more than you!" Meanwhile, James slid down the wall, his tears a silent testament to his despair. Ryan removed his glasses, tears streaming down his face. Nathan clutched the contract, sobbing uncontrollably. Jasmine, in shock, dragged her battered body over and grabbed onto them. "Didn't you promise to keep me from harm? Didn't you say I was your favorite? You even watched Carol get infected after her surgery.

“Aww. You’re sweet.” I closed my eyes briefly, as Luca turned over his cards. A low murmur erupted immediately. Even I could tell; four cards on the table already matched his. And that was a strong hand, the kind that ended games and egos alike. My stomach dropped. It was over. Carla was still smiling however, swaying slightly in her chair, clearly unconcerned. She leaned forward, squinted at the cards like she was trying to remember what game they were even playing.

Lucian POV The arena lights were really bright. They were shining down on the wet ice. Even though it was freezing inside the stadium, my blood felt hot with excitement. The stadium was very loud. There were thousands of screaming fans, flashing cameras, and loud drums. We were back in the arena for Game Four against the Ironclaw Titans. This was the most important game of the season. The people on television who talk about sports have been wrong. They said the series was tied with two wins for each team. But last night, Thomas Vance told us the truth. We did not win Game Three. The league had changed the records. We were officially facing total elimination tonight.

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”

I curtsey, bow my head and then stand again to look towards him. “My deepest apologies Master, I was ordered not to move or speak until given permission by Cecila” I see her adjust her weight between her feet awkwardly. She knows what I’m doing, she just wasn’t smart enough to see it before. I’ve been around many years longer than her, I’ve watched these games get played unlike her limited imagination which sees her imitate others moves, I’ve learnt how to beat them at their own game. Dimetrius turns towards Cecila and raises his right eyebrow

THE MASSIVE TURNAROUND Ryan lay on his bed, his mind racing with thoughts. He couldn't believe what he had just heard from Mrs. Williams. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was finally free from the shackles of the Williams family. Ryan lay on his bed with a smile on his face. He was happy about the conversation he had just had with Mrs Williams. He felt like he was out of the prison he had been put in. Now, all he needed to do was wait for a day or two before he told them that he had gotten a new job.

I sat stiffly beside Rhett, my fingers hovering over the game controller as the chaotic kitchen scene on the screen blazed to life. Pots overflowed, dishes burned, and tiny animated chefs scrambled in disarray. “You’ve never played before?” Rhett asked, lounging back into the couch, one arm slung over the backrest. I had agreed to play a game with him in order to thank him for rescuing me from the Gamma. I frowned at the screen, my face set in determination. “No, but I’ll figure it out.” He smirked. “Oh, I like that confidence.” The game began, and the first few minutes were a mess.