Guess The Price Game Novels & Stories

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!"

"Oh, I have my ways. And I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see the great Christian Miller preparing for fatherhood. Tell me, Christian, do you think you'll be able to balance diapers and dividends?" I felt Christian tense beside me, but before he could respond, Cathy appeared, looking flustered. "Okay, everyone! Time for 'Guess the Baby'! Even you, Mr. Hartley, since you've decided to join us." She herded us all towards a large screen, where baby photos of various celebrities and business moguls were displayed. "Your task is simple," Cathy explained. "Match the baby photo to the adult. The winner gets a fabulous prize!" What followed was twenty minutes of hilarity as everyone tried to id

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.

Somia changed her look and smiled. “This is a game; let me play it the way I know that I will win” “Game, five hundred trillion naira contract as a game!” The guy said and breathes out.

After a few minutes, a lady walked up to us and said, “Ma'am, you should leave if you are not getting anything. We have a lot of people here, and we can't deal with those who can't afford to pay,” “What do you mean? How much does the game cost for you to speak in such a manner?” I spoke up, holding Wave beside me. “Well, I can only tell you if you are willing to buy or you leave,” she said, and her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Yes, I am ready to buy it,” “Well, it's 2000 bucks,” she said and folded her hands. I scoffed, “What?” The lady laughed out loud, “Well, I told you, you cannot afford to buy it. Now leave before I call the security on you both,” she said.

I didn’t care about the ridiculous amount of money being mentioned though, all I cared about was the fact that she was my mate and that right now, she was standing in a glass box while men mentioned extravagant prices just to have her. “Fifty thousand!” Someone yelled in the crowd, making my heart race momentarily. I wanted them all to name their prices before I named mine. I wanted them carried away before I struck. I gnashed my teeth together as the prices continued skyrocketing, but then a lot of bidders had suddenly lost interest. They probably felt she was a little too expensive. “Two hundred and fifty thousand!” A young prince yelled, making the entire room go quiet. It was suddenly be

I have never even heard the name of other contestants in mind. "Let's start with Mr. Bautista!" Ashley started. "Starting price is five thousand pesos!" "Six thousand!" "Eight!" They raised their cards one by one. It's like I'm dreaming of what's happening. I tried to look at Zach but his face was really serious. Maybe his mood swtiched again? "Going once, going twice." "Congratulations, the girl in orange! You won this round!" Ashley smiled widely. "Now for my brother, I know, you've been all waiting for this. His price starts at ten thousand pesos."

"Would you like to hear them?" I sip at my merlot. "I'm listening." He leans back, satisfied. "In this game, you have to guess what my surprise is." That doesn't sound too complicated. "How many guesses do I get?" "As many as you like. But I warn you - you'll pay for the wrong ones." Ah, I see where this is going. "And what sort of payment will you be demanding?" I ask, crossing my arms. "If I told you, it would ruin the fun." He regards me with amusement over the rim of his cup. "But I'll tell you this: I will enjoy it very much."