Bring Your A Game Mr Novels & Stories

A few moments later after settling down a bit, I entered my game room to play some video game with someone online who challenged me, I laughed because he didn’t know I was the master of the game world, I got ready to play the game and gave a strict order, no one is allowed to invade my privacy. The player messaged me saying, “Are you ready?” “I was born ready,” I replied and we got ready for round one, as usual, I was able to kill all his men in the game, they gave me the mafia lord title a lot of points and started the next round to get higher point my room door opened revealing Gina coming in with a tray of cookies and juice. “You have been here for hours so I thought of getting you this f

“Any proposals or addendums since our last meeting? “I have a proposal,” Veronica speaks up, holding up a perfectly manicured hand, as she uses her other hand to adjust her stylish glasses around her short blond hair. “Every year we play several small games and have several targets. What if we tried something different? What if we have a game that lasts all year with a single target?” “That might sound fun at first,” Simon blurts without bothering to wait his turn or raise his hand, his muscles flexing as he bends forward in his tight school shirt. “But wouldn’t it get boring?”

He whispers, his words shutting down my brain cells. I raise my glass of wine to my lips and take a sip as I look anywhere else but him. Thankfully, Dominique doesn’t say anything else. We continue to eat and as usual, Dominique continues to stare at me. We finish eating and the waiter comes back to clear the table. With nothing but a bottle of wine and our two glasses left on the table, I exhale. “Okay, I have got a game for us.” Dominique smiles. “I can’t wait to hear it.”

“Timothy, This is Bryce's father, Darell Collins, and these two are his brothers, Edward and Peter. Guys, this is Timothy Packard. He owns Packard Enterprises. I brought him back to talk to Bryce.” Timothy could swear she said the last pointedly. He relaxed and shook the hands of each man and endured a painful grip from each. Typical measuring stick of a man. See if you could make the other wince. He squeezed back with as much force and endured grudging looks of respect from them. Interesting that they were all back in the players area and that they’d sat in different areas for the game, although Chloe had said she’d gotten the tickets particularly for him. “Very glad to meet you, sir,” he d

I stay quiet. “The invitation for the mate games just arrived.” The air in my lungs seize at his words. It’s impossible.How could we have received an invitation? “It’s mandatory for an eligible female from every family chosen to participate. We can’t refuse,” he continues, looking between the two of us. There’s a beat of silence, and then he says, “one of you will have to go.” My stomach sinks. I don’t like where this is going. Lila sits up straighter, her brows furrowing. “But the games are nothing but bull,” she blurts out, her voice sharp.

“It’s time for the game.” He took a slow sip before continuing. “Tonight’s game is special—one I assure you will bring… excitement to both men and women.” His eyes swept the crowd, lingering too long on Arabelle. “Ladies, your locks. Gentlemen, your keys. If a man unlocks a woman’s bracelet… he earns one request. No refusals.” A slow grin spread across his face. “Enjoy the game.” He stepped back into the shadows as murmurs filled the hall and the hunt began.

If I focus on that I'll be fine. On the bright side, now I can boldly say I'm not alone. There's someone out there looking out and watching over me. They proved it today. Now it's time to get back to work. If Mr M is playing games, so can I. In fact, I can turn out as the game master

Piece by piece. Fine. If the front door is locked, I’ll blow the walls down. I dialed James. He had been silent lately, which only added to my suspicion. But he was still the best option to get a foot inside the BBM circle. He picked up after the third ring. “Hello, Storm,” his voice came, sarcastic and sharp. “Are you calling to offer another proposal?” “Cut the games, James,” I said flatly. “What is going on in the BBM?”

A single note fell onto my desk. Good morning, little dove. You didn’t think I’d forgotten to greet you this morning, did you? Well, I didn’t properly introduce myself last time. You can call me Mr. L, and I’m going to be your friend for as long as you live. Now, we’ll play a game. Every week, you’ll receive a letter from me—either revealing a secret or dropping clues for you to find on your own. Once in a while, I may ask you to dirty your hands for me. And if I were you, I’d do exactly what I’m told. I have a lot on you, and I can make your life a living hell if you dare to play with me.

And we weren’t even done yet. “I told you, I’m good at these games,” he bragged proudly, hands on his waist. “Mr. Perfect, remember?” He raised an eyebrow. “And who are you again?” “Tsk. So full of yourself.” I bumped his shoulder as I walked past him. “Come watch me. I’m better than Mr. Perfect.” A few minutes later, I stood in front of the dart game, sweat trickling down my forehead. My hands trembled while Crow leaned against the wall nearby.