Mr Whiskers The Game Novels & Stories

They were asked to kiss for five minute, which they did without delay. Everything was just naughty...I don't feel like being part of this game anymore. I stood up to leave, but suddenly the door open and i gasped as i sighted Dave and his two friends walking into the room. They were looking so cute but Dave was always different. He even dyed his hair? I stood like a zombie as I drool over him. I forgot the main reason why i stood up in the first place. "What's happening here?" Dave asked. "We are just playing a game, the three of you can join if you wish, it will be more fun." Tala said sweetly

Three trials went to nothing! Next, they pulled me to a shooting game. We used toy guns and pellet bullets to hit off the targets. Guess what, people! I won! We played it a few times more but I kept on winning. “How are you winning when we’re the ones who always play video games?” Michane exclaimed and I just smirked. “Video games are different from real life!” I answered and picked a stuffed toy. After that, Michane just pulled us towards the Ferris wheel. As always, It would be her favourite ride. We did that then after, Anine pulled us to the Vikings. That’s what I like more!

Claire, Kathryn, Violet, Gold, and Crystal first appeared spaced out before their enemies, then an army of tormented and haunted whispers appeared behind them, and Rose materialized before her party. The Baron, a slim man with deadly yellow eyes, saw her, and shivered. He tried to vanish, but the air rejected his request, for Violet held him still. The sea raged against his party and began to pick them off, and fire fell amongst their midst, burning the men to cinders, but leaving the whispers to bask in the warmth of the flame. A blizzard came from Claire, and the ground shook. Whispers rushed past Rose, running to the army of the Baron, and engaging them in a productive battle that saw to

Whitney’s voice rang out. She rose from her seat gracefully, her calculating smirk etched firmly on her face. “I suggest we play a little game,” she said, her voice sweet yet laced with mischief. Lucas perked up beside me, intrigued. “What kind of game?” he asked. Whitney held up a hand, signaling the attendants nearby. Within seconds, a deck of shimmering Moon Cards appeared. My stomach twisted. “Moon Cards,” she said simply, holding the deck up. “Partners draw cards in pairs, and their combined points determine the winner of each round. The losers, of course, have to submit to reasonable punishment from the winners.”

He said further, bringing out a white box adorned with a suitable logo. Inside it was a silicone mask that had eerily life-like features. “Wow” Jenna's lips formed an ‘Oh'. All her life, she had never seen a silicone mask so it seemed surprising. Without hesitation, Bryan unsealed the box and removed the mask from its resting place, examining it thoroughly. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the details were precise and the details were uncanny. Surprisingly, Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. It felt so scary to be about to wear the exact face of a dead person.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

“Hot or cold, Dorian?” “Fucking cold.” She looks at him, frowning, almost sincerely. Almost. “Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.” That's not even a real guess. The brat isn't even trying. “Ice… fucking… cold.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Okay… then what else can be silver or white… uh… yes!” She snaps her fingers. “A white rat!” His eyes roll unamused. “You’re ruining a perfectly good game.”

"Nothing much! We're just going to play a game." "What game?" A smirk curled up at her lips. "A game of tease." My whole facial muscles narrowed in confusion. "A game of tease?" She nodded. "You mean I've to tease someone or something like that?" "Yes!" Excitement dripped from her voice. "Who?" I shouldn't have agreed to go to that club. "Adrian." Her smirk stretched. "Adrian, who..." My eyes widened as the size of saucers as realization hit me. "You mean- you mean that infamous Adrian T Larsen you were chasing for some months now?" Mouth agape, I stared at her incredulously.

“Pack wolves don’t play hockey for the glory, Jenkins. They play for proximity and territorial rights. A rival pack wouldn’t infiltrate a city like this through banking or law; they would use a cover that allows for frequent, intense, contained physical contact, a way to test the strength of the rival Alpha’s bloodline without attracting human attention. They would use a sports franchise.” Marcus stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with the chilling certainty of a wolf recognizing a trap. “The Vipers, Alpha. They are the Mirkwood pack. Their recruitment is a quiet deployment of fighters into our territory. The aggression, the strange focus on defense—it’s not about winning a cup; it’s about e