Guess The Price Game Novels & Stories

she exclaimed, pointing at a pink plush toy on display. The stall owner immediately came over, eager to make a sale. "It's $10 per game, ten shots per game. Even if you don't hit a target, I'll give you a prize anyway." "How many times do you have to hit the target to win the toy?" Brendan asked. "This one is a big prize. You have to hit the target three times in a row, which means you have to shoot 30 times without missing," the stall owner replied with a smile.

Logan said. 'Guess Carina would be evicted after all.' I thought. "Today's game is tagged Tweets and Guesses. You'd be divided into two groups. For the first, we have Carina, Kyle, Belle, Crew and Richard. The remaining is in the other group. So, this game is very simple. I'll read out a tweet from X omitting a name, then the first group to answer scores five points. The group with the highest points wins. There's no prize attached. Hope y'all are ready?"

he grins at me. “This place is huge,” Leo exclaims. “We should play a game. It’s too rocky to play Marco Polo. So I’m guessing hide and seek?” Georgia suggests. “Boring,” Ben yawns. “Loser gives winner thirty-four million dollars,” Leo says. Isn’t that like the price of a private jet? “Deal, I’m in,” Bentley snaps his fingers like he had just been offered a sack of lemons. “What? No, that’s too much money,” I argue.

The crowd cheer as Alesteria calmly sat there, watching everyone as they all talk to each other, excitement written on their faces as they wished to be the winner. Alesteria stared at the paper in her hand and saw the number 718, then her attention went back tl the front. "Okay, settle down folks! Before we get to the jackpot, we also have other prices that you can win!" The crowd cheered once more and the game begins, the girl calling off numbers that she picked from the box and people winning various prices. Alesteria was not having fun at this but she patiently waited to see if she will win something, not that she will take it home either.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

He’s looking for scratches, not secrets. "1985. Good condition," he grunts. "Authentic. Worth maybe $6,000 retail." "I need eight." "I can do five. Cash." "That's not enough." He pushes it back toward me across the glass. "Then try somewhere else." I don't move. I don't pick it up. "You recognize me." His eyes flick to my face. A pause. "Maybe." "Option Four. The bought variable. You've seen the news." "So?"

she continued, her blue eyes flashing as her smile widens, “We have created a little trivia game to help us decide how to disperse the 3 billion dollars in donations provided by our generous sponsors.” An excited hum buzzes along the edges of the crowd as our host graciously details the rules. Participants would go on stage and the band behind them would play a few measures from a piece of classical music. “During your turn, you will have exactly 15 seconds to guess the name of the piece and the composer,” she explains, “For every correct answer, $25,000 dollars will be donated to the charity or research organization of your choice.” “And for every wrong answer,” she pauses dramatically, “t

"Player 66, your performance far exceeded expectations. Your understanding of the rules, exploitation of human nature, your composure and ruthlessness... You were practically born for this game. This 10.0988 billion can be withdrawn immediately to pay off your debt, or... "You can use it all as your stake and continue to the next round. The next round's prize pool will be 500 billion. Enough for you to buy out all the enemies who once humiliated your family and rebuild a business empire beyond anything before. Make your choice. "Countdown starting." The pure white space began to tremble slightly, and two enormous option buttons appeared before me. [Withdraw and Leave] and [Continue the Game]

“$75,000!” “$125,000!” This number comes in before Nora, or I register it. Dex shakes me. “Get in there, Callum! Go! Rapidfire, rapidfire!” With each of these, he snaps his fingers, imitating shots fired. “$445,000,” I shout, hoping to get some distance between me and any quicker bids. Surprisingly, though, it doesn’t work. “$600,000,” comes in directly after mine. The speaker sounds around Reid’s age, but with an edge of

These cheap market scraps? "Did you pocket the rest of the money?"