Novel & Cerita Guess The Price Game

Ma’am asked intriguingly. “Ma’am secret hehe!” “Estimated price?” Gio asked while still smiling. “Not higher than 3k I thin?!” I answered shyly. “3k??? Ma’am said 3H, not 3K!!!” Cecil shouted as her eyes became widened again. She becomes an instant owl when speaking. “Just let it because I don’t find anything in the market!” “Just say you don't like the market! Hmph!” And Jane rolled her eyes at me while laughing.

“Let's play a game to ease the tension, yeah?” Fernando couldn't even nod in response. His hands were behind him, trying to discreetly reach for the gun he hid in the sofa. “It's a guessing game and there are no rules. Interested?” Those grey eyes gleamed darkly as they shifted back to Fernando. Artemis spotted his arm movements and excitement coursed through his veins. This was going to be fun. “The title is ‘Guess What Your Blood Tastes Like'. You should grab your weapon a lot quicker if you're going to play…” Artemis moved in a speed that Fernando's eyes could barely follow. “...or your opponent might just slit your throat before you know it.”

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 This 10.0988 billion can be withdrawn immediately to pay off your debt, or...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

Bought me a $10 million penthouse in West Hill, too. "Face it—I'm the one winning this time." I stayed quiet, even as she jabbed her manicured finger into my forehead. When I didn't respond, she huffed, bored, then kicked me one more time for good measure before strutting away.

So everyone was calm about the price of doing advertisements. Finally, Patrick raised his card as Jeremy input a number. The host shouted, "No.9, 4.5 billion dollars!" As soon as he finished his words, everyone looked at Patrick. "No. 9, 4.5 billion dollars, once!" "No. 9, 4.5 billion dollars, twice!" When the host said this, I saw that Patrick dared not look relaxed at all. As I thought that Patrick surely could win the auction... "No. 723, 5 billion dollars!"

Not knowing who the other person was, they continued to bid against each other; the price went higher the more they both trying to outbid the other. The bid starts out low, only as $0.10 cent a bid. However, because they didn’t want to lose to the other, even though they had no idea who the other person was, they still keeping a tight bid against each other. Causing the bid to go as high as $48,290.80 USD, for an old model cell phone.

Damn it. “The aim of the game is to reunite with your mate by getting at least fifty percent of the questions right. Each correct response will move your game podiums one foot ahead, which allows another glass tile to appear behind you. Hence, allowing you more chances of persevering until your podiums meet.” Artemis said with a devious smile. “The screen on the podium before you will generate three answers and, of course, only one can be the correct one. It is time to bare your secrets to each other. Win the game and go home.”