Guess The Price Game Novels & Stories

It sounded like a countdown. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. I was wearing expensive clothes and a beautiful watch. I looked like a prince. But when I looked at the reflection of the watch, all I saw was a brand. I was marked. I could run as far as my legs would carry me, I could hide in the darkest corner of the city, and it wouldn't matter. They would just look at a screen and see a little blue dot moving through the world.

He said. “Told me? What did you mean? “Didn't I tell you that we were going to play a game? This is it.” He said, with a mischievous smirk, and my palm got sweaty at the thought of that. “A game? And the company is the price?” I asked. “Yes, so what did you think, Zina? You are a smart girl, do you think you can win this?” He asked, and his eyes dancing with mischievousness earlier turned dark.

Ignatius repeated, "or we will." I stood up slowly after a tense moment. "You think I've forgotten how to play this game?” I said, adjusting my cufflinks. “You think I've forgotten the rules. Fine. Let me refresh your memory: I am Elias fucking Montgomery. And I didn’t become what I am by groveling for old men in decaying chairs." No one protested. But no one had to. Because they knew the truth. If I walked out of this room, war was inevitable.

"Now, let’s get to the fun part! Our games will determine who takes home the incredible prizes we’ve showcased tonight. First up, we have the car giveaway!" The guests perked up, murmuring excitedly as the game began. Tables were set up around the room, each with a model of the SpitFire Vortex displayed prominently. The game was simple: guests were asked to guess the features of the car—the top speed, the cutting-edge AI system, the luxurious interior, and other high-tech specs. As the participants filled out their answers, Maria overheard snippets of conversation. "I think the Vortex can go 280 miles per hour. It’s got to be one of the fastest cars on the market," a man beside her muttered,

He wasn't as interested in the drink as he was in the beautiful girl, but he would take that game to the limit. Lara sank into her seat, losing her victorious posture. "Keep going. This son of a bitch needs to lose to me sometime," Greyson assured with a small malicious smile. "Are you sure?" she asked, somewhat insecure. "Of course. do not embarrass me." "No more bids? Going once. Going twice. Going..." at that moment, the master of ceremonies began to close the sale, but was interrupted by the firm sentence coming from table five: "One million dollars!" Wow.

she brought out pictures from her purse and showed it to the men who panicked “there is more from where this came from, I am sure neither of you want to spend the rest of your dear lives in jail.” The men bowed their heads in shame, then I heard one of them accept to sell his shares to my mother and the other two followed suit, my eyes widened in confusion, what was it that my mother had against these men that made them sell their shares to her without thinking twice? And here I was thinking that I was the only one who is about to play games on the billionaires little do I know that billionaires equally play games on themselves.

A silent chuckle left my mouth. The game just started, Love. Sit tight and be ready. There is a lot more to come.

Ahmed whispered something into his ear. “He would like to bet three millions dollars,” gasps and whispers filled the air. “Okay, okay. Can we begin?” Stanford was in a hurry to begin the game. There was a slight chance that they would win, and he was more than willing to take advantage of it. “I wasn’t done yet,” Najib announced. “He wishes for a prize if he wins,” Najib smirked mischievously. “Anything, mention it and it’s yours,” Stanford announced. The game now had the attention of more than half of the deck.

I look around to see what's happening. "What are you doing? You're not supposed to bid." Steph says to Sage, who has his hand raised. I look over to Guy and Vanessa, and they are just as shocked as I am. "$69." Duke and Gabe said in unison, smirking the whole time. I pretend to cough as I don't want everyone to know it's my pie. I look over at Sage, and he has his fists clenched. "$75," Sage shouts, glaring at Duke and Gabe.

Cassius does feel guilty for taking the prize from him. ‘Then, I will just buy him another drawing tablet,’ he thought as he diverted back to the screen. There are five numbers in the screen where he will choose. 10, 11, 18, 25 and 26. To win the game, Cassius thought that all he needed to do is to choose 10; Harriet’s birthday. Thus, Cassius proudly looked at the host and gave his answer. “I will choose number ten,” he said. “It’s number ten, everybody!” the host announced. “Will the young man get the first price?! Let’s see!”