Benny Play Our Little Game Novels & Stories

is playing in the living room, and practically everyone is dancing as if they've forgotten that we're a losing team, we're adults, and this isn't a fucking frat house. Bennett is in the centre of the circle, doing an up-his-own-ass shuffle that is supposed to be charming, with his arms floating at his sides and his hips slack. He is biting his lower lip, keeping his eyes closed, and dancing as if no one is observing him, even though he is well aware that everyone in the room is staring at him.

To the surprise of everyone she beckons to the announcer and he walks in she smiles and opens her hands as if to say give me the mic and he does. " How about we play a game , if you feel I can't last 10 minutes before being killed then why not bet 1million right now, if I finish him in less than 10 minutes then you give me double that amount, but if I loose I pay blackthorn here that same amount, plus you get to watch me being maimed"

Jemmy replied. " Alright. " " So what are you doing tonight, Jemmy? " " Nothing much. I just have to do my assignments and Study for a while. " " Oh.. " " What about you guys? " " Um... We've got nothing planned apart from studying too. " " Okay. " " Why don't you guys compete in a video game against us? " Little Presley and Caleb suddenly appeared on the screen. " Hey, guys! " Essy greeted them both enthusiastically.

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

I lunged forward, but the guards slammed me back into the chair. Vincent stood slowly, brushing ash off his sleeve. “Let’s play a game,” he said. “You choose who walks out of here.” “What?” I breathed. “You or her.” And just like that— I realized I wasn’t in hell. I was below it.

Then she turned and shot me a vicious look. "Listen to your mom and quit thinking about running. Benny will take good care of you. As long as he eats, you eat." The door slammed shut. Benny flashed a goofy grin and shuffled toward me. "Hehe... sleep. Make babies." Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted my phone on the floor. I bit down on my lip and forced myself to stay calm. "I'll have your baby... but let's play a game first." Benny squeezed his eyes shut and started counting.

she giggled. “It's a drinking game” Tanner cut in “two people hold their breath and see who can last the longest the loser takes a shot wanna go next Mj” Dante shot Tanner a death glare but he ignored him and walked over to a set of kitchen cupboards to retrieve shot glasses. “Umm no thanks” Mj said scrunching her nose. “How about we play a real drinking game?”Mj asked, and to everyone's surprise it was Ace who answered her, “And what do you suggest princess,” he laughed almost mockingly

His voice carried, and suddenly half the yard was staring. The teacher on duty started toward them, but before she could get close, Benny decided now was the perfect time to wail—a shrill, ear-piercing cry that had every kid covering their ears. Tabby's little chin lifted in defiance. "It's not creepy. I'm special." "Special doesn't mean you can cheat at games!" another kid shouted. Jr. planted himself in front of her like a wall. "She's not cheating, she's just awesome! You're jealous because you can't do it!"

22.5 "Aunt Vivian, uncle Landon and I are going to talk about something." I answer him. "Benny, uncle Arthur’s video games are upstairs. You know how to turn it on right?” Vivian asks. Ben nods. “You can play it upstairs if you want.” She adds. "I can?” Ben smiles brightly. “Okay! I can practice so that I can beat uncle Arthur’s high score.” He stands on his feet and carries the glass of lemonade from the table, “I'm bringing this with me mom." Ben runs upstairs.