Corner Game Novels & Stories

I fell to the fall, holding my left cheek, wondering what just happened. “Don't you ever talk to me in that manner! Do you understand, you piece of shit?” Mr. Red eye fumed standing before me. Then and there, I realized I had been slapped until my eyes rolled backwards. I stared into his eyes and I realized, unlike the other night, his eyes were a deep shade darker. The stinging pain on my cheek stopped me from thinking, and tears streamed down my face. I watched as he slowly walked towards me and in reflex, I crawled backwards. The air seemed to have become stiffer, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I crawled backwards still holding my left cheek and tears streaming down my face making

She nodded slightly before peering deeper into the store. " There's an arcade game at that corner over there. Want to play?" " Uh... Sure. " " You have a penny?" " A few coins." We walked over to the arcade and she slotted a coin into it and soon the arcade popped to the life. It was just a regular game, nothing fancy, but she looked good at it. " You know how to play?" I asked.

Then I raised my brows and gestured towards the door with my head, he rolled his eyes and got up. “I’ll let you stay in here for the rest of the day, but know that the mafia will be gathering tonight, and they expect a show firm their Donna. They’ve missed you” “Whatever”. The house seemed to be empty after a few hours, so I left the room and went down and down, all the way to the cellar. I raised my eyes up to the rows and rows of wine. “I’m in wine heaven” I squeaked before grabbing two bottles and running up the stairs with them.

He even found himself enjoying the challenge, the intellectual stimulation. He ate lunch in the bustling company cafeteria, a cavernous space filled with the aroma of various cuisines. He’d often join Sarah and Mark, listening to their office gossip, their complaints about corporate bureaucracy, their dreams of future campaigns. “Did you hear about the new acquisition?” Mark asked one day, spearing a piece of grilled chicken. “Thorne Industries just bought out that indie gaming studio, ‘Nexus Dreams’. Big move into entertainment.”

It felt like descending into a vein—into one of the Game’s arteries—leaving the gleeful, screaming face of it behind for whatever engine lay beneath. Jax walked a half‑step ahead, shoulders squared, pipe slung over one shoulder like a baseball bat he fully intended to use. Corvin kept to my other side, close enough that our arms brushed now and then. At the end of the corridor, a glow brightened: another set of jaws, these narrower, flanked by high digital panels. The instant we stepped within a certain radius, the panels flared to life. DISTRICT R-03: RED STREETS RUN

Corinne glanced with satisfaction at the video she recorded on her phone and saved it before saying nonchalantly, "Those games you mentioned earlier that men like to play? Well, I'm not a pro like you claimed I am. You've got the wrong girl if you wanted to have fun." "You f*cking b*tch! How dare you trick me? You had the choice of doing it the easy way or the hard way, so if you're not going to take off your clothes, I'll make sure to strip you naked!" Cole lost his patience and rushed towards Corinne like a hungry wolf. Corinne remained calm as he delivered a swift and firm kick to his crotch! Cole's face turned purplish, and he covered his crotch in agony. Tears streamed down his face as

"Ms. Doyle, what's with the cold shoulder? I've let bygones be bygones, but it seems like you're out to snub me. Is that it?" Kaison gripped his wine glass tightly, a storm brewing on his face as he glared at Corie, the darkness lurking in his gaze. His voice was a chilling whisper. Corie might have been a looker, but that did not give her the right to embarrass him over and over in front of a crowd.

He is a man of experience, and he played this game a good few times and has won. The announcer speaks. “The corner. Your favorite champion Gorilla. Kills 200. Borns broken 150. Crippled fighters 185 and as for the left corner. Kills 0, born broken 0, and everything 0. Is he sure about this match” Allan nods his head ok then now” announced “begin” ROOooooooooooar!

Cornwall. “No, Mr. Cornwall, I could not possibly—“ “Brad,” “Sorry?” I asked before Mr. Cornwall was smiling at me before he dabbed his mouth with the napkin. “Call me Brad. It’s what my friends call me,” he said as he was sipping on his hot coffee. The whiff of it was nice and all of a sudden I wanted to taste it. “Are we friends then?”

Two weeks later, Raven sat in a corner booth at the Black Fang, a dive bar in the heart of Diamondback territory. The establishment reeked of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the kind of desperation that clung to places where people came to forget their problems rather than solve them. Neon beer signs cast sickly light across scarred wooden tables and a clientele that looked like they'd crawl over broken glass for their next fix.