Guess The Price Game Novels & Stories

"Nothing much! We're just going to play a game." "What game?" A smirk curled up at her lips. "A game of tease." My whole facial muscles narrowed in confusion. "A game of tease?" She nodded. "You mean I've to tease someone or something like that?" "Yes!" Excitement dripped from her voice. "Who?" I shouldn't have agreed to go to that club. "Adrian." Her smirk stretched. "Adrian, who..." My eyes widened as the size of saucers as realization hit me. "You mean- you mean that infamous Adrian T Larsen you were chasing for some months now?" Mouth agape, I stared at her incredulously.

#ArmyofpatientsforDrBirch This didn't make it to the top of the charts, but the algorithm recommended it to everyone. My finger was shaking with emotion, but I clicked the link anyway. The video started with a dark screen, and then a beam of light shot through the darkness. A moment later, a wrinkled but loving face appeared. The dame started hoarsely, "Dr. Birch, the arguing flew past my head, so I just want to say that you paid for my partner's bypass surgery three years ago when we couldn't afford it.

He noticed my gaze; he knew I had seen his name. “Don't worry, miss,” he asked me politely and still smiling. I said my name, still embarrassed. “Okay, Miss Naomi. Unfortunately, for the time you are here, we need you to consume something to stay in the place. Rules,” he explained. It was true; there was a huge sign on the order window saying so. I had completely forgotten. However, I didn't have any money to pay for anything. Lancelot looked at me kindly receptive, and I almost felt like ordering something, just to see him smile because I wasn't leaving. I couldn't order, I couldn't…

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. There was a merry glint in Helen's eye as she set a conspiratorial look upon the speaker, bending farther down. "I think we ought to play a game," she said low and huskily. I was surprised at first. A game? Now? But as I looked into Helen's eyes, I saw her sincerity there, her genuine desire to drive my mind off things. And so, I nodded, my mind slowly shifting gears. "Play a game?" I repeated, curiosity laced in my voice. Helen nodded and a grin overspread her face. "Yes, mam. Whoever wins will be paid by the loser $80," she said, her hands emphasizing that. I cocked an eyebrow, surprised by the amount.

I glared out at the men as they tossed numbers back and forth. “Ten thousand.” “Twenty thousand.” “Twenty-five.” They all looked the same to me. Disgusting men with too much money. It honestly didn’t matter who bought me. Did it? “Fifty thousand.” “Fifty-three.” “Fifty-six.” And then? “One hundred and fifty thousand.” The room fell silent. It was an obscene price, even for a prize like me. All eyes turned to see who had called it out. The man was in the back, and he stepped out of the shadows.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

Almost. We were walking past another row of stalls when something caught my eye—a large, fluffy pink teddy bear resting high on a shelf behind a stack of bottles. “So cute,” I murmured without thinking. Liam immediately looked down at me, then followed my gaze to the stuffed animal. He didn’t say a word. Just reached for my hand and walked us over to the booth like it was already his mission. The man running the game looked up with a plastic smile. “Hello, ma and sir! If you’d like to win one of our amazing prizes, just play the game—$5 per try!”

No wonder they make so much money. I slip my bra off, breathing in relief as soon as it hits the ground. I turn on the TV and feed the cats, then sink down on the couch with my phone in hand. Dad texted me during dinner, asking how I was feeling. I reply to him and search through N*****x for something to watch. I’m dozing off when my phone rings. It’s still on silent from dinner, and it takes me a minute to locate it under the blanket I’m snuggled up in. It doesn’t help that Neville’s fat butt is laying on top of it.

After shaking hands and introductions, we all sat down and called a waiter to order food. “So, ladies, I believe your offer in purchasing the Pryce Winsley Academy doubling its worth is truly promising. But... I’m not selling it. Even though Miss Jennings says otherwise, I owned the bigger part of it, so the decision is mine that should be followed.” He asserted and leaned back in his chair after he heard our lawyer's statement about our greatest concern. And I lifted my gaze to look at him. “Name your price, Mr. Herrera. We could make it more than double its worth. How about let’s make it five times?” I replied and asked him, making him let out a chuckle, and he seemed don’t know what to sa