Pick A Number Game Novels & Stories

And the funniest thing was that Cassius has always been my partner in the outing, and we always win all games. Well…it's because he never likes losing. Now, we are about to have a blast again. Keittai put a call across to someone, and then two workers came in holding a box in their hands, and we were supposed to pick a number from the box. As the box was passed around, each team leader picked their own number. The box got to my side, and I picked number 718, which means Cassius also picked the same. I smiled happily as I gently caressed the number in my hand. Keittai's phone rang, and he picked it up immediately, standing up from his seat and moving away from the meeting. After a while, he q

"No, it doesn't matter Kenzo. I understand." Of course, Kenzo would not have been able to find a single clue if Caramel had died. The man did not know Mother Caramel's face and her features. And if Kenzo only relied on a name, that too would be impossible. Because remembering there are many similar names used by residents in Los Angeles. So, I can tolerate Kenzo's efforts, Seina thought. "Thank you again, Kenzo." That was all Seina could do. Kenzo raised his head, he pulled the two ends of his lips. So that it forms a smile. "The game is in progress," him said, to himself.

He pointed at me. “Well, little lamb is out, that leaves only number 4. Now it is time to pick what they'd do for you.” “Fuck…”

I wonder if he is happy because of the game or because of something else; something he hasn’t had the time to say to me yet but I do not ask him or implore him to speak to me. The rule of the game is pretty simple: whoever begins the game has to stick their fingers out for numbers while the other follows too and try to guess the numbers at the same time. It is a game of luck. Larry tells me he likes this game because it is fair but I don’t think both our definitions of fairness aren’t the same. He says, “I’ll let you start, Tiffany.” Outside the snow continues to fall but it comes down slowly and scarcely. I know it will be better by morning but it makes me a little bit sad to do so.

Kimberly was already dragging her toward a smaller outlet tucked to the side. A sign hung above it. MASK GAME Dahlia paused. "No". "Oh, come on!" "Kim--" "It's simple!" Kimberly cut in, already excited. "You pick a mask, find someone with the same one, pair up, do a task, and boom! Prize money" Dahlia crossed her arms slightly. "And what's the catch?" "No catch". Kimberly grinned. "Just fun". Dahlia gave her a look. Kimberly leaned closer. "Three hundred thousand dollars".

When Mr Zeke was sure everybody had gotten a paper he said, “Now fourteen of you will choose the person you will betray and the other fourteen will have to be on a watch out for who will betray them" He looked around, “I'll pick out whoever gets to pick a paper, point to each of you and whoever gets pointed at, you immediately take your paper." He began to point at everyone and the game had begun. It was quite silly and confusing at first because he had to guide us severally. We were lost. But then we caught the hang of it and it became interesting. I hadn't been one of the lucky fourteen to choose someone but being on the watch out was pretty interesting. He added the rule that we were to f

"Lila! Did you make that post? Otherwise, how would you suddenly ask me about the bracelet?" I replied with feigned innocence: "Why would it be me? Sensitive much?" He didn’t know the next post was already prepared, one that would expose him completely. I had kept the purchase receipt for that bracelet. It was a limited-edition piece that had been long sold out. Therefore, it was proof that no one else could possibly own it.

Jane kissed him back and unconsciously started to undress him in a hot romance. Sammy was in cloud nine. He couldn't believe that the night was his night. He couldn't believe he was about to lay the most difficult girl he'd ever met. His thoughts were wild and he wanted above anything else to see if Jane was still a virgin. At the point where he was about to unhook her bra, Jane's phone began to ring. She ignored the first ring and the second and also the third but couldn't resist the fourth when the call seems persistent. "George!? why is George calling me by this time?" She pushed Sammy away and answered the call almost immediately.

Unknown number: Want to play a game? Whoever is doing this seems to be fucking with me. Did someone think it’s such a great idea trying to play games with me? Maybe it’s Tristan being Tristan again. Hell knows the games he put me through when we were little during summer. I choose to ignore the number; I won’t let anyone stress me out. The phone lights up again. Unknown number: It’s called ‘How to save your girlfriend?’

The numbers on the screen started rolling and eventually landed at 21. Next, the man whose number was selected stood up. He was a very handsome man and a president of a certain listed group. "Wow! It's President Anthony!" "How lucky! Jerrad was drawn together with the little princess of the Athertons!" "I wonder what the rules of the next game would be?" "A one-minute kiss? Haha!" Amidst everyone's discussion, Catelyn stepped onto the stage. Although she did not really want to participate, she still had to abide by the rules of the game.