Pick A Number Novels & Stories

Please please, keep going! I held my breath as my phone let out a ‘ding’ sound. I slowly open my eyes and peek through a decent hole between my left palm. I look down at the online picker wheel, mentally praying for the result to be ‘keep going’. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Dino was chuckling in front of me as he stood in an at-ease stance. ‘To make it fair, I have picked a number between one and one hundred. The five people who get the closest to the number will get to go to the festival.’ A bunch of them started to rattle off numbers and I cleared my throat, the link growning quiet. ‘Dino. You first.’ ’27.’ ‘Vince.’ ’2.’ ‘Bennett.’ ’89.’ ‘Sal’ ’Damn I was going to do 1. Um…32.’ ‘Kip.’

She smiles in her toffee accent. The dealer nods to me. Huh, me? Oh crap. “Okay.” I smile as I pretend to know what the hell I’m doing. Umm. I nervously look around at the numbers. What the heck number should I pick? “Umm.” The table all wait for my answer. Oh shit. “Ten, please,” I announce. My heart starts to race and I watch the wheel spin around and around until, unbelievably, it lands on ten. “You win.” The dealer smiles.

A man with a bowl of paint walk past him and turned back to talk to him. "Say brother, which one's Mr Phillips' apartment?" said the man, with a serious look. "Its room 1x , take the next turn to the left" Tom replied with an arm in the pocket of his jacket. "Thanks man" the man replied with a more serious look.

An unknown number. One message. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You just made it worse.

Daniel paused for a moment before saying, "Actually, I'm calling to extend an offer. My father admires you for how thorough and persistent you are. I am of the mind that you are indeed a rare talent. "The company just bought over a few new office buildings, and we need a reliable administrator."

You’re mine and always will be. Press 1 to save the message Message saved.

I quickly scribbled down a number and held it up for them to see. "Okay, I wrote it down," I said. "I pick five," Mathias declared. "I pick seven," Daxon said confidently. I revealed the number eight, and Daxon's face lit up with a triumphant smile. "I win," Daxon said, his voice filled with glee. Mathias groaned in annoyance but didn't protest further, walking over to sit on a nearby chair. Daxon returned to the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and tenderness. He leaned

It was a blessing no one knew what happened “A basket has been passed around, you pick up a tag and there is a number written on it. Anyone that has the same number with you would be your partner for the activity” he said, just then the person beside me passed a basket to me and I picked up the last tag sitting in it. I got the number 17

I answered, forcing a smile and nodded. The intern adjusted his glasses. "But you and Mr. Baldwin met in high school, dated for seven years, and were married for five. Just last month, Mr. Baldwin spent a fortune to buy you an island and named it after you." I kept smiling, though the smile didn't reach my eyes. "That was something he owed me," I said flatly. He'd given me that island to make up for missing my birthday while taking care of a sick Jenny. In my last life, I had actually felt proud of it. Later, I found out that the idea came from Jeremy. Nathan's assistant, Brandon Lindell, picked the island, and Nathan didn't even know where it was located.