Bad Things Happen Bingo Novels & Stories

Gerald Dawson, my brother-in-law, is losing a lot of blood and urgently needs a transfusion. He has a rare blood type, Rh-negative, and Brian Johnson, my wife's first love, happens to be the closest person with the matching blood type. In my past life, I beg Brian to save Gerald. He gets lightheaded after donating his blood, misses a step, and tumbles down the stairs, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Gemma Dawson, my wife, pins his death entirely on me. She takes me bungee jumping on my birthday and directly pushes me off the platform. "Brian suffered so much when he died! You're going to pay it back a hundredfold, Simon!" I have been reborn, and Gemma chooses her first love over me

The group chat with Marcus and Tyler was still active from earlier. Marcus: Update on the scholarship girl? You’ve been quiet lately. Tyler: Bet’s almost up, man. Santorini or what? I stared at the messages until the screen went dark. The bet. God, the bet. I closed my eyes and let the memory crash over me like cold water, the full, ugly truth of how it all began. It was the night after Emily first stood up to me in the hallway.

Pamela said, disturbing Mea's train of thought. She looked at the pool area again and the boys were gone. Mea remembered again, they’re supposed to cancel all their plans. She had to tell Renee they might have to reschedule their meeting with her parents. Four foamy cappuccinos were served to the table of the four women. “I miss the parties,” sighed Renee. “What if aside from shopping sprees, we’d look for open parties in town?” She suggested. “Or let’s go clubbing!”

“Shouldn’t he be stockpiling food?” “He’s got two hundred cans of kidney beans buried all around the cabin, apparently.” Bing swore under his breath. “Him and his buddies have some kind of club. This is what happens when the city cuts funding for the senior center. Too much time on too many old geezers’ hands. Like I needed something else to worry about. None of them can see worth a damn. Running around in the woods with guns.” He closed his eyes for a second and rubbed his eyelids. “Maybe we could offer bingo night here at the station.” Jack tried to lighten the mood.

Then, a week later, in the middle of the night, I woke up to someone knocking on my door. I turned on the light and looked toward the door. "Who's there?" No answer. I tried to go back to sleep. Then the knocking started again. It got real loud. This went on all night. I barely slept. The next day at work, I was completely drained. The next night, the same knocking started again. I knew right away it was Eleanor and Kaden. They were trying to make my life hell. So I got up and opened the door. I yelled into the empty hallway, "Mom, Kaden, I know it's you."

As Hugh stepped off the stage and passed by me, he leaned close and whispered in my ear, “Edward, I’m going to destroy you today and make sure you’ll never recover from this.” I didn’t even bother looking up at him. “Is that so? Then I’ll be looking forward to it.” “Next, let’s welcome Edward.” After the host announced my name, I picked up my flash drive and walked onto the stage with calm, steady steps. The murmuring in the audience instantly grew louder. “So that’s him? The guy who does black magic?” “I heard Tina ended up in the hospital because of him. Creepy.” “Shh, don’t say that. What if he curses you?”

Zara: let's go home. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” we yelped. I won, and Riley and Mark immediately took off running while I grabbed the burger from the table, eating as fast as I could before they made it back to me. We were playing the famous rock–paper–scissors, and Noah was just seated there watching us, giggling. Later, we decided to go for a picnic. Riley and Mark started running back again while I tried to stuff the rest of the burger into my mouth.

Honey I know bad shit sometimes happens to good people. It's the inevitability of life, right? It just seems so sad that someone died in the club because of us. The weight of that responsibility sits on our shoulders. Brandt and I talked about the life that was lost in the wee hours of the morning after we had sex at his new house. We haven't made it back to the playroom since all this craziness has hit us. We had both been hoping for a fun night, the night of the fire, but you see how that turned out. Not that I am complaining. We made it out with our lives. One woman was not so fortunate and that is a real shame.

She rolled the spaghetti around her fork and chewed it quietly. “You know the girls are always wanting to try crazy things, sky diving and the lots and I’m not one for these so most times I just opt out, and then recently they started going about going to an underground ring to watch bloody hell fights and bet money” Vivian continued eating another fork of spag while Nate just watched. At the sound of the boxing ring, Nate’s mind immediately went to Sia. For some reason, he felt like whatever Vivian had to say was related to her and then his guess was correct.

Milli was thinking about tomorrow’s baking when she heard Ben call out. “Dorine, we have a Bingo. Milli’s got the iron cross.” His eyes held so much amusement, teasing her without a word for not paying attention. Milli looked at him surprised and then down at her card, it was half marked out. Ben drew his finger across the center and then down through the center. “Congrats, Milli you won.” “Oh wow, I thought it had to be an X.” Then she stumbled over reading aloud the letters and numbers.