Corner Game Novels & Stories

The door closes and the electronic security locks slide into place. I look at the girls and as a group, they release their breath. The striking and tall black woman, who gave me the wink poolside, walks forward. "I'm Corinthia, the girls call me Cori. We've brought dice and score sheets for an all-night game of Zilch. You play?" "Zilch?" This is not what I expected. A movie or two, maybe. "It's a good way to kill time and win or lose a little money. It'll cost you about three bucks in quarters if you lose. If you win, you take home between ten and twenty. We're high rollers and take Zilch seriously." Her teeth flash in a genuine smile.

Thеу were frеаkіng perverts. “Jоеl іѕ . . . well, hе’ѕ rеаllу gооd іn the bеdrооm dераrtmеnt.” “Fuсk me, wе knew thаt аlrеаdу. We want details. Hоw bіg іѕ it?” Corinne аѕkеd, hеr еуеѕ wіdеnеd іn аntісіраtіоn.

“Me or Cora. We just can’t decide, we’re both so obsessed with you two –“ Sinclair growls playfully, coming swiftly to the side of the bed and laying himself down on it, fitting his body close to mine. “You’d better be winning, little mate,” he murmurs, nuzzling me as he slips an arm around my waist and pulls me close. “I can’t let Roger have this one.” I laugh and assure him that I am indeed winning as his stubble rushes against my skin, tickling me and making me laugh. Cora pretends to gag and stands up from the bed, snatching a bag of pretzels and heading for the door. “I’ll be out here!” she says, waving to us over her shoulder. “Don’t do anything weird in my bed!”

"When I started feeling sexy as hell. I want the outside to match the inside. All part of this new game of ours." He knew he still looked confused, his brows bunched up over his nose. "Are you planning on meeting someone tonight?" She winked at him. "Always be prepared. My new motto." He shook his head. "As I said the other night, I'll follow your lead." The Corner Pocket was a small pool place tucked back in the middle of a shopping plaza on the beach. With fifteen tables lined up in five rows of three, surrounded by tables and chairs, and an old oak bar set to the east of the building, the establishment was alive with eighties rock and loud conversation. Glasses clinking mingled with the c

Mr Cornerstones's panel goes up as he looks at his smiling wife. “Excellent! $15,500,000. How about $16,000,000?” But it seems someone else is a sucker for their romance and doesn't care because the auctioneer announces “Excellent!” Again. And that's what happens for the next five minutes. unlike the chaos of the Rolls-Royce bidding, this one seems more like a silent battle between Mr. Cornerstone and someone else. I have no idea who that someone else is even though I've twisted and turned in my chair for the past six minutes. Eventually, I give up, and so does Mr Cornerstone when the price skyrockets all the way up to $50,000,000 in an instant.

“Oh, I'm ready. Let me just run my briefcase out to the limo real quick.” The four of us walked around the corner and found the arcade game that Carter had been talking about. On the screen were animated elk and deer, running frantically as the red cross hairs panned over them. Right in front there were two plastic rifles. Henry, Nancy and myself approached the machine and waited for Carter to return from his limo. It only took him a minute or so before he was back. “Who goes first?” I asked. “I'm going to leave that to you guys,” Carter said, smiling. “Or we can always flip a coin.”

Both men and women were cartered for. "What's this place, uncle Corinth?" She wondered aloud. He cleared his throat and emphasized, "Corinth. Please." Mia nodded while looking around. "Sit," He offered. "Please." Mia sat on one of the chairs. Corinth took his place on the other. "This place is called the phoenix," Corinth replied looking at Mia. Her eyes gaped. "The phoenix?" Corinth stood up and strolled to the wall that was decorated with sex toys. He picked a pair of nipple clamps as he made reply, "Yes. This is where sex demons are unleashed. This is where pleasure takes flight and the urge to secure a burning orgasm are met."

"Hello, my friends has just been kidnapped." "Kidnapped?" The lady asked alarmed. "Yeah yeah, let me finish. Avenue corner 45, Don Torento has them, he is better to kill them so you better hurry." "Wait, who are-" Amanda cut the call. "Now what?" Elena asked. "Now, we wait... Actually I'm really hungry." "Finally, you hear your tummy talking!" Jason exclaimed walking away. ~~~~~~~ The room was quiet, apart from the distant shouts coming from the men outside. Alex glanced over at Josh, he had his eyes closed and his head faced up to the ceiling. A feeling of Déjà vu rushed through him.

I was still a little shaken up by my encounter with Sean, I mean what was that, right? I still couldn't wrap my head around it and I wasn't even sure how to explain it to Corrie. Both Ryan and Corrie shut down the concession stand before the last quarter of the game started. " Ready for some food? Corrie asked us all as she rubbed her belly.

He chuckled, winking at her, evoking a blush. Humming before his eyes turned to the corner table where an arm wrestling match was going on, piqued his interest. Guys were betting their money to fight a girl there, having the most unnatural eyes. The girl was a ginger with unbelievably exquisite orange eyes. She had a tattoo of a snake on her left arm and a fair buildup. “What? Is that all you got?” She mocked the guy she beat in arm wrestling, leaning back. “Ayo, Lee. Get me a beer!” She called with a loud laugh, raising her hand in the air.