Corner Game Novels & Stories

Flames sear within me—merely thinking about having Wyatt to myself tonight gives wake to horniness. "I need you to spread your hands and face them upwards," Cornelia says, the bartender and owner of this inn. She is a cool lady—I like her a lot. Cornelia is the type of woman who takes shit from no one. "Palms towards me, Maeve." I follow her orders, breathing in when Cornelia places her palms inside mine. Warmth flood from her hands into mine, making it seem like I have this tiny, lost flame coursing through my veins. It is running for my heart, and then the pain is blown away.

The message written under it says. "Us on our first date. Meet me on the corner of Calle Vida Pobre by seven in the evening.” The way the note was composed looked like a command but Cora never saw it as such. She was happy and excited that he showed interest in her and wanted to take her on a date. She folded the note and put it inside her apron, hiding it from Lisa's prying eyes. She didn't want to be discouraged from going on a date with her hottie.

Around me, men in cheap suits that were supposed to pass as expensive laughed, drank and watched the dancers. Madam Fantasy returned exactly ten minutes later. "Pleasure corner three. Red tag. Don't keep her waiting." I followed her directions through the crowd, past clusters of men and dancing women, toward a series of curtained booths along the back wall. Pleasure corners. The name was unsubtle. I found booth three, marked with a red sticky note. I pushed through the curtain and sat down on the leather couch. The lighting inside was dimmer, more intimate. A small table held a fresh glass of whiskey and a bucket of ice.

Corina is grinning ear to ear as though she had figured it out. “You don’t think Rex has already spoken to them? You don’t think they have already seen us on the telly?” She leans her lips in next to Finn’s ear “There’s always someone, isn’t there Finn?” “She’s right, Nate. Now I will ask you one last time, are you in or are you out.” “Out!” I snap. Both of them glare at me. I see the small nod Finn gives Corina as he starts moving towards me. She does the same, slowly stepping towards me on the other side. They were trying to corner me.

Ronan moved through it all with that relaxed alertness he’d learned to inhabit—no longer a man waiting for disaster, but one who knew it might come and trusted the people around him to help catch it if it did. Rowan darted through the crowd at ankle height, a blur of bare feet and slightly pointy ears. At four, they were all momentum and questions. “Mama, look!” they yelled, nearly crashing into me as they skidded to a stop. “Naomi made a game where you throw bags at wood and get points!” “Cornhole,” Naomi called. “It’s called cornhole.” “That’s a stupid name,” Rowan said gravely. “You’re not wrong,” Cassian muttered, adjusting the target board. “Aim for the hole, little wolf. Not my face.”

The crystal on the necklace rested beneath the fabric, warm against my chest, and I could feel it pulsing faintly like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. Malcolm guided us toward the corner reserved for Ronan’s team. It wasn’t an official “team corner” with flags and decorations like some kingdom tournament. It was simply the section the pack had accepted, begrudgingly, as Ronan’s space. A small cluster of chairs, a low table, and room for his Beta to stand behind him.

And this time, he’d gone too fucking far. I hurried around the corner to the side of the arcade where I knew the Miltonians usually hung out. By Miltonians, I meant the students of Milton Academy. Even though the arcade was neutral ground for both schools, that didn’t stop us from marking our own territories. The Miltonians had their domain and so did our school.

The things I learned about this circuit that I never wrote down because some knowledge is competitive advantage and you don't put competitive advantage in public records. *The middle sector. Corners seven eight and nine. There is an approach to corner seven that produces an exit from corner nine that nobody else has found. I found it in my third year here. I never used it in a race because I didn't need to. I had the elevated section.* *You won't have the elevated section. Use this instead.* *I'm sorry I couldn't be here to give it to you in person. I'm sorry about what Zaria did. I'm sorry you're carrying what I should have been here to carry.*

Archer got his dark hair and brown eyes from his father but is a few inches taller and many pounds lighter than his dad. “It’s a little early,” Archer starts. “But is anyone hungry? We can do brunch instead of lunch.” “That’s fine with me,” I say. “I’ll gladly go out.” Mr. Jones pats his stomach. “The breakfast at the hotel was terrible.” “There’s a cute little Mexican restaurant down on the corner.” Mrs. Jones motions behind her. “I could really use a margarita right now.” She nudges me. “Maybe we could split a pitcher.” “Uh…yeah.” I look at Archer, who grabs his phone and wallet from the coffee table. I pull my purse up over my shoulder and go to the door, waiting for Archer.

Cornor Explained and it seemed to infuriat Glamora Who stood within gnashed teeths "And you aren't ashame of it, They were three trucks Cornor, three damn trucks loaded with Armed Men. What More? You had guns, Fibre Wires, Harpoons, Kunai knifes, Decoys and you just did what? You all lost to a bunch of puny Weak Wolves!" Mr Glamora yelled