Choices Game Novels & Stories

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She asked curiously, and he nodded. "I forgot to tell you the rules," he muttered, his frown deepening as if he had committed a grave offence. The Time Keeper’s eyes narrowed, the silver orbs shimmering like moons caught in a storm. His tone was grave as he responded, “Rules are the foundation of this arrangement, Alessia. Break them, and you may lose your chance to return entirely.” Alessia straightened, clutching the bracelet on her wrist. "What rules?" she asked cautiously, her unease growing with every passing second.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.

“Then we’ll play for it.” I arch a brow. “Play?” Her hand digs into her belt, pulling out a small silver coin. It shines when she turns it in her fingers. “Best two out of three,” she says. “I call it. If it lands on my side more than yours, my family walks free. If not…” “Then you come back with me,” I finish for her. My voice sounds hollow. Dead. It fits. She nods. I stare at the coin. This is stupid. A child’s game. But maybe that’s the only way left for us. Too much blood and ruin lies between us for anything else.

The girls and I settled down for another game of Taco, Cat, Goat, Cheese, Pizza, their current favorite. “Taco,” Chloe said, slapping down a pizza card. “Cat,” Grace said and slapped down a cheese card. “Goat,” I said and slapped down a goat card. We all slapped our hands down, and I was the last to slap. With a grumble, I took the cards and added them to my deck. “Taco,” Chloe said, slapping down a gorilla card. We all beat our chests and laughed. In the end, Chloe won. She usually did with that particular game.

The only reason I miss it is because I liked flirting and feeling wanted. My eyes catch Matteo's stare, and I wonder if he knows Pia likes him. He must know, he's smart and self-centered. I smile to myself. Isabella proceeds to explain the rules of the game, and we play it for a while until people get bored and stop paying attention. I tell Isabella to buy the expansion pack for the game because the other levels look interesting and it only costs $5. "Isabella, who do you think gets more hammered at parties? Vinnie or Matteo?"

Lara started piecing her milestones together and she became very nervous. They both sat down across from Helen and Chris placed the wooden block set in front of him. They spread out the different shapes around him and let him go at it. He picked up the round block first and brought it up to his mouth. Then he tried to place it in the square hole. His coordination skills were a little advanced for his age. “Look at him Chris, he’s analyzing.” “Come on, Lara. No he isn’t.” “No. Look at him. He’s staring at the round hole.”

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

The good thing was that Chaos had never played such games, so he never suffered what was actually the horror of playing a gacha, phew! Nonetheless, this made him a bit conflicted… What should he pick and what should he not pick? It was complicated, he was not familiar with gacha games at all, in fact, he had never played a video game before, and briefly knew about their concept to a small amount due to the books or outdated newspaper he had once read sometimes, very little times, through his previous life. If he were knowledgeable with gacha games, however, he would still be conflicted. "What is this? It says that I can summon one for a higher chance of a stronger summon, while there is anot