Mr Whiskers The Game Novels & Stories

“I’ll tell you one thing about myself. True or false. You guess which.” She blinked once. That was something. He nodded, taking that as consent. “I broke my left wrist at seventeen trying to rescue a kitten stuck in a chimney.” A beat of silence. Then, Mila slowly raised one hand and turned her thumb down. False. He smiled. “Correct. I broke it falling off a roof during a prank gone wrong. No kittens involved.” The corner of her mouth twitched. Almost a smile. Progress. “Your turn,” he said gently. She didn’t speak but she lifted her hand and tapped three fingers again against her knee. Then stopped.

The other werewolf nodded and left the cell with the bucket. They made me face the wall and even tear the lower knee to ankle portion of my pants. The first whip made me close my eyes and my teeth gritted, I can feel the thorns scraping my skin. The cat is a whip with thorns or blades on each thong. After that, they take turns in whipping. They stopped for a while when the one with the bucket of salt water came in. I can feel my legs trembling and the blood dripping. That is when they splash another bucket of saltwater on me which reached my legs, making my scraped flesh sting.

“Okay, it’s almost time. Let me introduce the rules of the game to you. Today’s game is divided into three series. It’s very simple.” Jack’s cold voice reached Brent’s mind accurately through the sensor. “The first series is a jigsaw puzzle game. On the screen in front of you, there will be a hundred round wireframes. There are a hundred little girls inside. You have to find out the difference. The time limit is three minutes. If you fail the challenge within the stipulated time, see the iron rod at the bottom of the screen? It will be inserted directly into your mouth.” As soon as he finished speaking, the live broadcast room was in a frenzy.

"I thought it might be fun to try if you want to. It's called Twister." "Oh, I haven't played that since I was in high school," Vicky said with a laugh. "If I remember, it was a lot of fun." "I'll get it then," Trina said, getting to her feet and flashing her pussy again at me. She went into the other room, then returned a moment later with the game. Opening it, she, took out a big plastic Iet with different colored circles on it and spread it on the floor. It was about six feet square and filled the middle of the room.

Its seems that our female Alpha has decided to start the game early, taking the opportunity to spend time with our Alpha Prince before the rest of the contestants arrive. Unfortunately for her, its not just the Alpha Prince's heart she will need to win to become our Kingdom's next Marked Princess. She must also convince the King, Queen, Royal Beta, Wardens and Wardenesses that she has the inner makings of a Marked Princess and future Queen. It seems to this author that our Female Alpha is playing The Mating Game at quite a disadvantage, given her history with the Wardens and Wardenesses. I suppose we will all have to wait and see where this game leads. Until next time my dear friends

My father's grin broadened, "I am. There will be two phases of today's game. The first phase will be each alpha fighting against thirty men and women. To the fighters, if you're down for five seconds, you're out. While the Alphas are fighting, Kara, you'll be up against another fifteen. The same rules apply to the fighters you're going up against. Once all thirty of the fighters against the Alphas are eliminated, they will have to get to you. The one that, in theory, saves you, wins." "How do expect us to do that when she won't let us touch her?" Miles queried. "I got you these," Orion fished out two sets of leather gloves from his pocket and handed one set to Miles, "I didn't think we would

I have never been a flower guy but the scent of roses and jasmine are perfect together and I am sure my mate will be as well. I immediately take note that wolves from the Winter’s Moon pack and the Dark Forest pack are present. Most single she-wolves I see are teens, making this more frustrating as my mate might not be of age yet. Even if I made eye contact with her I wouldn’t know she was the one until she turns eighteen. For wolves they have to be able to connect unlike lycan’s. “So you see her yet.” “No Hunter. I think she is underage,” I sigh. The crowd bursts into cheer as a the whistle is blown, signaling the game is over. Looks like Winter’s Moon side won. The crowd begins to thicken

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 not just playing games anymore. He’s hunting. And he wants us to know it.” The room fell silent except for the ticking of the clock. The tension had grown unbearable, not violent, but psychological, a war of nerves where the smallest crack could become a collapse. And Amara knew Ethan was escalating.

I wasn’t supposed to slow down. One of the waitress Jenna, brought me ice wrapped in a towel. “Hold it like this,” she said, pressing my fingers into place. I nodded. She sat beside me. “You remind me of my little sister,” she said after a while. “Stubborn as hell.” “I’m not stubborn.” She smirked. “Sure, Mouse.” I looked at her. “Why do you call me that?” “You’re small. Quiet. But you’ve got teeth. I’ve seen you snap.”