Another Game Novels & Stories

Forgive me? I love you. L. He smirked. "Looks like you got a package." "Clearly you doofus." George said, shaking his head. "What's in the box?" Tom cleared his throat. "Uhh..." He stuffed the note in his pocket. "This." He lifted up his new game. "Is that Forza?" The other guy was ready to get up. "Horizon three?" "That's it. Go look at the pretty package and leave my high score alone." Tom nodded. "Really? It is?"

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.”

Her game wasn’t over. It was only getting interesting.

“What games do you have?” “God of War. Uncharted 4. Cage Fight Takedown. Horizon Zero Dawn.” She narrows her eyes. “Want me to keep going?” “I’ll get the TV. Let’s play Cage Fight Takedown.” It was worth it to see how big their eyeballs popped. I like being unpredictable. Once in a blue moon.

He said without even turning around. “Wait! What about the cigars?” I yelled as he slammed the door shut. “Then there was two.” Amelia shook her head. “Is there another deck? We can play Nerds.” Amelia nodded and got up to get one. “What’s Nerds?” Reese asked. Shooting back my glass, I looked at Luca to see if he could refill it for me. Thankfully, he got up and went to the bar, but he didn’t grab my glass. “Like a fast pace solitaire game but with multiple players.”

The Web Group didn't know anything about gaming, after all. Enzo exclaimed with excitement, "One hour until the countdown." "Help!" Jesse came in, scared out of his mind. "Remi, you have to see this!" They all swarmed around his one tablet. Jesse took a deep breath. "A new mini-game just came out, and it's 80% the same as our new model. It's all the rage.” Enzo opened T*****r, where conversations were going on in real time. Remi frowned, looked for the game, made an account, and played for a few minutes. Her face turned black. "Not 80% the same—it's exact."

He pointed behind me, I turned to see the racing game that I used to be addicted to. I clapped my hands, walked over and sat down then turned the game on. My name came across the screen which made me confused and I looked at Rocky who just smirked. "Luciano didn't want anyone else playing this one, so he got another one and made this one just yours." Rocky said then pointed to the one across the room next to the air hockey table. I looked back at the screen of the one I was sitting in, pushed the start button which made my name leave the screen and the map option appeared, I picked a map then picked the car that I always used.

Joey smiles at her. “I will bring Darius close to the spot and I will kill him,” Daria smiles. “We win this round and we know what to keep doing.” “Won’t she learn about the game after we kill her?” Ingrid asks. “Yes, but we know how to win now. We weaken her with every win,” Daria tells them. “So, game faces, let’s get this win.” Joey slaps Ingrid’s ass playfully as they head down to where the guests are arriving.

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

The words glowed, forming a message written in an ancient language. Mia and Ryan, who had just entered the library, rushed over. "What is that?" Mia asked, eyes wide. Ryan studied the glowing text and translated it aloud. "The game was never truly over. The Reflection Game was just the beginning. A new trial awaits, and those who have played once must play again. The next game will not be in mirrors—but in shadows." The words faded just as suddenly as they had appeared, and the book snapped shut. Silence filled the room.