Copy Game Novels & Stories

Within seconds I was in Laura's Dm. I tapped the link.. It led to a game, The Harvest. It sounded like some lame farm game. "Start game", I hesitated a bit before finally selecting that option. "Howdy!", The game's mascot appeared at her screen. "What would you like your player name to be?" "Tch!... I just wanna find Laura!", I yelled at the phone. "Name too long, sorry..." "Arghhh!... Stupid game!.. my name is Belle, Belle Franchester!"

"The Roberts Group beat you to launching Genyxis, and they're saying you don't own the original core tech—you copied their game!" "Ms. Stewart, this scandal is blowing up online. What's your response?" "How come there are two games that are exactly the same, and theirs came out first? Who's the real copycat here?" Jessica, who was usually cool under pressure, was thrown into a frenzy when she saw that Sienna Roberts' company had released the same game. "How can their game be identical to ours?!" she exclaimed.

" I replied as I offered him a glass of wine. He drank from my hand as he took one of the bread and placed on my mouth. I moaned at the taste before I was suddenly picked up by the youths males and raised as they jubiliated. Darius laughed as they handed me to the women who quickly changed my clothes to be identical to there's and covered my hair before they explained the game. We would all cover our faces with identical outfits to test familiarity and intimacy. It wasn't a game to make or break the relationship, it was rather to build it and tease the men as all the men would play too since it was people with partners that played. The game started and I didn't move much, avoiding being the

Marco’s POV The screen freezes for a fraction of a second before the image sharpens, and in that brief pause, I still believe I have time, still believe there is space for manoeuvre, still believe that this is just another twist in a game I have played my entire life and survived by instinct alone. Then the picture clears, and the lie I have been telling myself dies instantly.

she stammers. "Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate." "O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins." "Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

Before going to work I need to meet someone to play my part in that game, finally making a move. I went to the famous Dream Studio and watched Lucien doing some work. “You are not allowed-” “Let her, Jamie.” He mumbled while doing a shoot. “Wait in my office, I will be there in a bit.” He mumbled, gesturing to me to go with his usual menacing grin. I looked at him and followed, waiting for him as he came after a few minutes. He saw me, waving his hand, becoming unreadable as usual. I stood up and gave him an icy look.

Therefore, it was proof that no one else could possibly own it. Using another account, I posted again: "Admin Blake, this is me, the girl everyone flamed online as a gold-digger. I’m exposing my ex-boyfriend, Ryan Cooper, as the real leech. He used my family card to buy gifts for my roommate. The bracelet on the stray dog’s paw was his. I bought it for him myself. It's a limited edition. No one else could possibly own it." Screenshots of the family card charges and the purchase record were attached.

He smirked, unlocked his phone, and went to check the message. "Hey, I can't pick up the goods. I'm sending a friend ;)."

The man who'd made me come three times before dawn was now fifteen feet away, looking through me like I was invisible. That was the game. I knew the rules. But knowing and feeling were different things. I settled at my desk. Powered on my computer. Checked the mountain of emails that had accumulated during my absence—three hundred and seventeen of them, each one a small crisis that someone had decided was my responsibility. And found a handwritten note tucked under my keyboard. His writing. That precise, elegant script I'd seen on contracts and commands. The same handwriting that had spelled out instructions for how to touch myself, how to edge, how to beg.

--- Into the Mirror With Principal Katie’s approval—and the school watching in silence—Anna, Logan, Mia, Ryan, Damon, and Naomi stepped toward the mirror. As they reached out, the surface rippled like water. Anna took a deep breath, then stepped forward. One by one, they followed. As the last of them entered, the mirror sealed shut. The Reflection Game had begun again. And this time, the price of failure was higher than ever. ---