Game Of Inches Novels & Stories

The war room smelled of ink, machine oil, and stale coffee. Banks of monitors hummed softly, their glow painting the underground chamber in fractured blues and grays. Ines stood at the central console, her hair tied back, eyes sharp and unblinking as she scrolled through columns of figures projected across the wall. Bram loomed near the doorway, arms folded, clearly unimpressed with numbers. He belonged in steel corridors and rifle smoke, not inside a bunker of code and balance sheets. Yet even he didn’t interrupt. The tension in the room was coiled too tight.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

If I get the chance to see Finn in person, I swear I’ll mess up his face. When I reached the doorway of the building, it felt like I was in a horror movie scene. It's creepy here. How old is this building? I stayed where I was standing. I won’t rely on my instincts to go inside. If I step in, I can detect danger from a distance.

On the front page was a single headline: “Seven Chosen for the Game of Sins.” There was something off about this and even without reading the whole paper, she knew that she was involved in something she shouldn’t have… “Game of what?” She repeated. Shane met her eyes, and for the first time she noticed the faint glow beneath his wrist… It was an emblem shaped like a circle with seven petals. Before she could speak, the intercom crackled overhead, followed by a voice so clear and mechanical it made her blood run cold… [ Welcome to the Trial of Seven Sins, Cursed Ones. ]

"I win." I try to escape his grasp but his embrace only tightens. "You…you cheater. Let me go." I writhe. He chuckles, and the sound makes deep vibrations on his chest, tickling me. "How does it feel now? Your little game didn't go as planned sweetheart?" I squirm and can't help but laugh. "Ugh, Liam." I groan and finally surrender. "Say it, say you give up." "Never." This is it, our stubbornness at a crossroads.

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.