Corner Game Novels & Stories

Four hours later, Cora and I stood outside Crimson Den with legs that were shaking and suddenly refused to move. The building…looking just normal and plain. Just a plain brick warehouse squatting on the edge of neutral territory—no neon signs, no velvet ropes, no bouncers in suits. Only a single red bulb glowing above a steel door like a warning light. Cora tapped my shoulder, and I jumped before turning to her. She was grinning. “How are you feeling?”

"Corner one: Potted palm. Corner two: Camera crew. Corner three: Empty." "Corner four?" "Corner four is the kitchen door. It's swinging." "Who is coming out?" Elion watched. A waiter emerged with a tray of coffee. "Waiter," Elion said. "Carrying hot liquid. Vector is... crossing our path." "Stop," Cale said. Elion stopped the chair. The waiter walked past them, five feet away. If they had kept moving, they might have collided. "Clear," Elion said. "Proceed."

I'd already looked at it more than once, but something about the lower corner refused to leave me alone, as if my eyes had noticed something before my mind caught up. Right at the edge of the image, where the camera barely caught the service corridor, a blurred figure slipped into view. So small I could've dismissed it as distortion if it hadn't kept pulling my attention back. "Marcus." I pointed to the corner of the fourth frame. He bent over it, and then reached for his laptop and brought up the high-resolution version. Enhanced the corner. The figure was still small, still partially cut off at the edge, but the build, the shoes, the angle of the shoulders—

My brows furrowed as I continued watching her swing her around and around until she released her, pitching her into a crowd of guys. “That’s what you get, skank!” she yelled after the girl. The silence in the room was deafening until Elliott yelled again “Aaron Wicker! Get your ass out here!” A moment passed and a beefy looking dude with short blond hair stepped out along with 3 other guys, all sporting football player muscles. Blondie sneered at Elliott, his hard face showing his obvious anger “Frost, what the fuck are you doing here?” She smiled viciously, her eyes going dark “I’m here to kick your ass as promised”

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

Oshey gave a playful smile. "Damn girl I would have rented it as well," Cornell said, leaning in the doorframe. Oshey fumbled with the lock and finally, the door opened. "Come on in." "Where is Cammie?" Cornell asked, setting his pack on the floor near the door before shutting it. He looked around and noticed a picture of the two of them.

After a while, the quiet was broken by the sound of footsteps approaching the dining room. Corner entered, dressed neatly as always, and greeted everyone politely before bowing slightly. “Good evening, ma’am. Good evening, everyone,” he said respectfully. He then walked straight toward Ryder, bowing again as he reached his side. From his briefcase, he brought out a brown file and placed it carefully in front of Ryder. “Sir, I have come to return the file,” Corner said. Ryder looked up immediately, his expression changing to surprise. His brows furrowed as he stared at the file sitting on the table. It was the same one he had been searching for all morning — the file about the Snake Gang.

"Corby" fuck!....

(Store Manager Corn) Store Manager Corn, is a 2.5 meter tall, Werewolf, a giant of a person, very menacing even. But in truth he is very calm and docile person, despite his race and looks, he is an Sergeant Army veteran, and what is funny about him is that he is named Corn by his previous slaver, and that is because he is a Vegan Werewolf and actually allergic to meat. And he is also here as a protection initiative for Yggdrasil, of which I personally put him here.