Fathom Games Novels & Stories

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During this period, “burrito” became an unspeakable word among the players. Because the moment someone said that word, a boss would immediately appear at their door. On the player forum, every post revolved around burritos. "Who on earth kidnapped this woman! The entire horror game can’t eat burritos anymore!" "Because of this woman, all the bosses entered berserk mode, and the player survival rate dropped below 10%!" "Please! Hurry and find this woman and end this!"

Jake, Aaron and I walk through the dense crowd at the game, looking for the rest of our group so we could start a game of kill the carrier. The field was even more packed than usual because it was homecoming. We eventually found the rest of the guys and started our game. Jake was “it” and the others were closing in on him. He chucked the football as hard as he could without looking first. I saw it flying toward an unsuspecting group of freshman girls. Someone yelled “LOOK OUT!!” right before I pushed one of them out of the way.

Just like he had said, when he asked for my thumb and forefinger and when I pressed my fingers into the pad, the door beeped and slid open. Some of the men walked in before me, the rest, shielding me from the side and behind. I don't know what I expected the safe room to be. Maybe dark and uninteresting, but it looked like a state of the art mancave with a giant tv, comfy cushions, a wine bar, snack bar, pool table and a door that probably led to a rest room. The interior was cool and dark with tones of blue and purple and I walked slowly into the room, heading straight for the wine bar.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

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

"You just stopped the sacrifices that we needed!" "And the sacrifices will become our doom!" Amara yelled back. "I warned you a week ago Satish about the future and what would happened if we kill that Lycan tonight but you refused to listened to me! " Satish scoffed and moved closer to Amara. She gripped her shoulder and squeezed it gently. "You think I am going to believe the word of a crazy little girl?"

"Mamma, what do we do? The FBI is everywhere!" My mother's face was ashen. She tried to maintain the composure of a matriarch, but her trembling hands betrayed her. Sofia opened her mouth to argue, but her phone began to vibrate violently. It was her father, another powerful player in the underworld. She answered, her hand shaking. The phone was on speaker, and his roar echoed through the warehouse: "You're cut off! The family is done with you. Don't even think about calling me to bail you out. You're on your own!"