Games We Play Novels & Stories

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

“Your baggage is my baggage. And mine is yours.” Archer runs his hand over my hair. “You don’t have any baggage.” “I do,” I insist. “And I’d feel better if I confessed.” Archer purses his lips, trying not to laugh. “Should I prepare myself for the skeletons in your closet?” “Just don’t judge me.” “I’ll do my best.” “I used to be really into competitive robot fighting. Like really into it.” Archer looks at me, blinks, and raises an eyebrow. “That’s a real thing?”

Catalina and her friends all laugh before pulling out a brown paper bag and placing it on the countertop along with all of the alcohol. "We brought games." She smiles. Heidi's face lights up in excitement as she listens to her speak. "Oooo, what games did you bring?" She questions with curiosity laced throughout her voice. "Do or drink, cards against humanity and uno." She explains as she looks through the bag, pulling out each different game and setting it down in front of us. "Yessss omg! You brought everything we were missing. Thank you!" Heidi exclaims as she throws her arms around Catalina.

‘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.

Couldn't let the game go huh? "Yeah," Timothy replied. "Played till my final year." Chloe chuckled as she turned to look at him. "Of course you did. You were crazy about it in high school. Made me come watch all of your games. I remember how pissed you were when I missed the one where we played against the neighboring school. We won, but you were still really upset about my absence"

It is a petty move, driven by a desire to be acknowledged and to inflict a small measure of pain on my father for his lack of recognition. It isn't as if I am clamoring to be inducted into the shadowy folds of our family's mafia dealings. No, my aspirations are somewhat more mundane, yet no less significant. I long to be a part of the legitimate facade we present to the world, the construction company that serves as the cornerstone of our empire. This company, our alibi to the government's prying eyes, is more than just a front. We are creators and builders of dreams in the form of houses, hotels, and anything else one could imagine. Our craftsmanship dots the landscape across the United Sta

"Can we play?" "Sure what do you want to play?" "Do you have board games?" "Follow me love." He stands up and I follow him to the other wing of the house. He opened a massive door and what's inside is unbelievable. There are various arcade games from pacman, donkey kong and street fighter and there is an air hockey on the other side of the room. This room screams entertainment! Gideon went in front of a big shelf and it contains board games.

I walk to my couch and let my body fall on it. How will Ace react when he sees me at school tomorrow? We never really cross each other's path, and he is too reserved with his little group of bad boys. I look at my television, and beside it, I see things that my granny bought for me: Xbox, PlayStation, Nintendo Wii. She won't let me buy my own things. I decide to play Call of Duty as I have nothing else to do. After Call of Duty, I put on Counter Strike. I'm always so good at games involving guns. On the other hand, if you tell me to drive in Need for Speed, be sure that I will lose.

One alpha, one luna, one beta, one gamma, only our warriors, only our scouts, and their families. Then we have our farmers, our chefs, our planners, our children and our builders. My father and mother won't let up. Alpha and luna is not enough. They want the title of king and queen. And who won't join us and our cause, is murdered. Some people have joined but most would rather die. I don't blame them. I mean my life has been ok. Pretty strict rules, and pack members are scared of my father so they mostly leave me alone.