Bad Things Happen Bingo Novels & Stories

THE WITNESS' ACCOUNT I'm a housewife and I have two children. Today is Sinulog festival . . . I've been preparing myself to watch the parade . . . I was excited to see it . . . I bathed my children so that they too could see it with me. After talking with my mother, I decided finally to leave the little one behind with her and went walking with my other daughter to school, where I knew the parade would pass. We stationed ourselves on the spot where I wanted to watch the dancers. It was so sweaty hot because the sun was up in the sky, but we stayed on. Perhaps two hours passed before I expected to see my favorite group. My daughter was complaining of the heat. In that area where we stayed, th

She swallowed repeatedly, trying to ease the dryness in her throat. The cashier began scanning her items one by one. The soft beeping of the machine sounded too loud in her ears. Belle’s eyes flickered to the monitor—and stayed there. The numbers climbed. Higher. Her stomach dropped. By the time the last item was scanned, the total glared back at her—cold, unforgiving. It exceeded her entire month’s earnings at the bar. Her fingers trembled as she reached for her wallet. Inside, her gaze lingered on one particular card. The one she wasn’t entirely sure she should use.

My voice was a low, dangerous rumble that seemed to vibrate the very pens on my desk. I looked up at Vincent, who was standing as still as a statue, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with the kind of static electricity that comes before a deadly storm. Vincent shifted his weight, his expression was tight. “No one expected it to go this far, sir. The narrative was crafted carefully. It went viral across three major platforms within ten minutes. By the time our digital team flagged it and began the takedown process, it had already been mirrored by a thousand tabloid bots. We’re playing whack-a-mole with a ghost, sir.”

“You’re some sort of hot item now are the newbie. It’s kinda like a gamble, people are watching how well you’re gonna hold up against the Bad Boys Club and you’re doing a pretty good job because here you are after the whole bloodstain incident.” “That one sucked,” Dave murmured. “Yeah they tried that one on someone else and she broke down. She left when she couldn’t take it anymore,” Zoe continued. “I don’t know for sure what Annabel’s attitude towards you has gotten to do with any of this but I have a good feeling that the seniors are in on a bet to see how well you’ll hold one too.” Great, I’m a fucking experiment. “Wow, people must really be bored around here to enjoy making life miserabl

And then I hit the thing that makes everything else, even the photo, look like nothing. It's a photo of a card with girls’ names on it, the words "Brighton Bingo" running across the top. All of the names are blurred out, except for mine. Mine's right in the middle of the whole damn thing, with a star around it. Katherine Harrison. BJ- 50 points. Sex - 100 points. Anal - 200 points. Bareback - 500 points. No fucking way. I think I'm going to vomit, but I can't help but read on.

"You don't have to pay compensation. Look at how anxious you are. You're just as timid as your kitten." After dinner, Serena cleared the dishes and headed into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Wilson, not giving up, tried to tempt Bingo with another piece of meat. Bingo hesitated to approach. Wilson started attempting to persuade Bingo. "Come on, you're smarter than this. Come over and stay with your father. "It's much better than staying with your mother. Come and please your father, and I'll buy you a cat mansion." Bingo blinked its big eyes, then lay down on the spot.

The next game was announced, and the guests shifted their focus to the large bingo board set up at the front of the room. The game was simple—play bingo, and the first guest to complete five bingos would win the SootheBot 3000, a futuristic cleaning robot. Guests grabbed their bingo cards eagerly, their eyes glued to the screen as the numbers were called. The excitement in the room grew as more and more guests marked off their spaces, the sound of people shouting "Bingo!" echoing throughout the room. Maria couldn’t help but laugh as the first winner—an older gentleman—stood up to claim his prize.

“Good evening, cherished members and guests of Elite San Antonio. Thank you for joining us tonight for Friday Night Bingo. We have some amazing prizes tonight, and we are eager to give them away. Your caller for tonight will be the lovely Miss Carter. Please give her a hand.” A thunderous round of applause, along with some crude catcalling, erupted once Arianna accepted the microphone. “Thank you, Mr. Bruce, for the warm introduction. Good evening, everyone. As Mr. Bruce mentioned, my name is Arianna Carter, and most of you know me as Elite SA’s receptionist. I wish you all the best of luck. Let’s get started.” Arianna received another round of applause as she took her seat at the bingo mach

Blake was bad news, but I brought this one upon myself. I'd convinced myself I'd moved on. Tonight proved I'd only learned how to pretend.

I ignore him as I gather my things and leave in a haste. Why, oh why, is fate working against me? I’m a good person, I barely break the rules if ever, but it’s as if Karma herself is out to get me. I rush into a back table in the library in which I spend my study hall time as well as my lunch period that follows. Although, today my time in this haven will be cut short as I serve detention.