Obog Games Novels & Stories

“Any proposals or addendums since our last meeting? “I have a proposal,” Veronica speaks up, holding up a perfectly manicured hand, as she uses her other hand to adjust her stylish glasses around her short blond hair. “Every year we play several small games and have several targets. What if we tried something different? What if we have a game that lasts all year with a single target?” “That might sound fun at first,” Simon blurts without bothering to wait his turn or raise his hand, his muscles flexing as he bends forward in his tight school shirt. “But wouldn’t it get boring?”

he replied, turning towards me. "well, I just got here a couple of minutes ago....so-" "Hey dude, check out that girl, f**k....did you see that ASS?!!" One of Igor's friends cuts in, completely ignoring my presense. "Damn mann, I would totally F**k that!" Igor says, making my heart sink.. but for some reason my mouth keeps on talking, not wanting to shut up. "So, did you see how awesome the parades were this year?" I say to no one in particular.

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.

I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers. Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.

It was already evening, the sun had hid its face as it gave way for the moon to smile at the earth. Rose and Mr. Evidence were seated on the bed. Rose was wearing a bra and Mr. Evidence's boxers while Mr. Evidence was putting on boxers with a white singlet. They sat as they faced each other and were playing a game called ludo. Also, they had a bet. The bet was that whoever that wins, the failure would have to do whatever the winner asked for.

I feel sad for him, he just wants his town back but rogues can’t just settle and become a pack, their wolves have gone feral. I sigh and explain to Brad and he looks as if his world is crashing down. He thanks me for the day and the information and drives me back to the bar. The next morning, I return to Brad’s house and check on him, there are wolves there and fighting. I rush to Brad’s side and fight alongside of him. He is impressed as I battle, I am quite the warrior. I slip off to the side as things are getting progressively worse and call my contact. Just as the fighting is nearing an end the council’s forces arrive and round up the rogues. After questioning Brad, the council decides t

at least I am learning a lot. What are u doing? Me: going to Silver Bay to the game. Remember that? Ogi: I remember. Me: Focus on our future. This game seams so pointless now. DAMN YOU! Ogi: nimaanendam, I stayed away as much as I could. Me: I know. miigwech. Ogi: Okay. Voting time. Giminadan Gagiginonshiwan inzaagi'aa. Me: that's my love, right?

Chapter 25 Present Oog takes to the stage and mimics the actual band, "Lady-men and gentlemen, this is Dung Number 5!" I groan aloud when they start yet another of their annoying songs -- it's pure torture. I mean, it's really agonizing. I'm in the most pain I've ever been in my entire life, and this is me not being dramatic. Troy's man-flu has nothing on this.

By obtaining that evidence the game would be over and his threats would not matter in the least. My heart leapt when I managed to see a person's shadow around midnight, it hadn't been long. I let the recording run and I saw someone arrive wearing a black hood, boots and gloves, his head was down and I could not see his face, nor his hair color. The person approached the main entrance and slipped the note under the door, he was turning his back to the camera and that made me too uneasy, I got very close to the screen and stared at that mysterious subject. He was acting very strange, he was standing there doing nothing as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly he raised his head and look

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”