Mindgames Novels & Stories

Heart pounding, I stumbled toward the sound. At the foot of the staircase, Dad stood in front of the study door, phone pressed to his ear. A glass lay in shards around his feet, his other hand balled into a fist. The air was so heavy I didn’t dare breathe too loud. “Mr. Grey, I’m giving you just twenty-four hours to pay me the money or else… You know what I’m talking about. And you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?” The man’s voice on the other end was so cold it crawled down my spine.

I know he felt bad for me and he's probably worried. Today, we were awoken by the sound track of Maze Runner and I did everything to stay awake and drank coffee. That music must have been a clue that we'll play something intense. "Good morning, ex-couples." The game master greeted us early this morning. "Good morning, Master." We greeted him back in unison. "Did you recognize the song this morning? If you are familiar with it, it is related to today's game. Today's game is called 'Meet Me at the Finish Line, Ex.'"

The window was very high and she couldn't jump from the top of the window. Caramel returned her gaze around this room. She needed to get away quickly, before the man came back here. But she found no way out, except that door. Because behind that door is Kenzo's office. She then shouted, banging hard on the door. She berated Kenzo, bursting out all her emotions only at Kenzo. "Get me out!" "Bastard!" "Monsters!" "Devil!" ____________________ While behind the door, Matteo heard all Caramel's screams. He looked at Kenzo. Them are sitting on the couch facing each other, then Matteo moves the pawns on the chessboard. "You didn't kill her?"

"Mental capacity means the number of stages your brain can handle. That is a special characteristic of this game. Unlike other games you can see out there, this game's ideal goal is to let everyone play without having a fear that this game might kill them" "Heart Attack due to the intensity of the game..." "Indeed" "This sounds amazing. It can be used for military purposes..." "Military exams, I assume?" "Yes, just like that" "Try this out first and then you can state if this game fits to be a thing just as you said" "Alright, but... Promise me that you will keep your words" "I never once disobey my words" "Thank you" And with that, Ben started the game. "It is now set?"

“Okay, Folks, let’s play some nice games.” Shadow tapped her fingers on the glass table, smiling beautifully to her head butler. Conan nodded his head, cracking his fingers, and swallowed hard. Elijah, Amel, Hashim, Naomi, and Mina surrounded them after losing the game with Shadow. Shadow was a genius in anything related to strategy and she also had a buff called mind-reading. All and all, it was an unfair mind game in a fair game.

Amelia with a roll of her eyes “Well to be honest, I trust my instincts more than your all seeing eyes and right now I feel as though a huge monster is looking at me from within the fog.” Elliot said as he took a nervous glance around him “You’re too superstitious Elliot, monsters are just old wives tales told to scared kids.” Amelia said with a chuckle and Elliot frowned slightly

As we walked, Tommy explained the game to me. “It's called MonsterGo,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “You open up the app and then monsters pop up on your screen. They can show up anywhere, so you have to run all over town to find them.” Tommy snatched my phone out of my hand and quickly downloaded the game for me. “There, now you can play too,” he said. I shrugged, seeing the game as the perfect opportunity to distract myself from the misery that was job hunting. We ran around the park for a bit and it wasn't long before I caught my first monster. It was called a “Stingly.”

It's been over an hour now and just as I get as comfortable as I could be in this situation, there's a deafening scream with loud bangs, roars, and the infamous sounds of gunshots. I start darting my eye around trying to find something I can use to help get me out of here, but it's of no use. Mud won't unlock the chains or undo the screws of the cellar door I lay behind. So I pull at the chains trying my damndest to make them loose enough for me to free myself but still nothing. I mean what am I thinking? I'm almost 13 and have no connection with my wolf, if I even have one, I'm sickly thin and have no muscle to rely on

Said Gayle. That old lady laughed about what Gayle said. "Let's spin the battle, do you agree?" Gayle asked. "Yes!" told Yachne. "Because the questions are automated, there can be embarrassing and dirty questions, so the poor sport is prohibited. Don't forget, and it's only a game. Do I make myself clear to everyone?" Everybody nodded their heads, even the two seniors. "Oh, let's begin?" said Yachne. "OK, game!" Some of the guys said.

Because anyone with half a brain understood that happy, incredible sex did not equate to love. She once overheard an irritated nursing colleague declare that men have a one-track mind. They want a woman between the covers, and they get it by making you feel as though they don't want to be anywhere else but with you—until they move on to someone else the next day or week, leaving you feeling slightly shopworn and extremely dumb. The only way to gain the upper hand is to deceive them into believing you don't care if you never see them again, or to swear off sex entirely.