Pine Point Game Novels & Stories

I glowered. "Ah, Marco, don't mind her…" I urged. "Oh, who… ah, ok… I see, I guess you are busy," he said and nervously left. I looked at Serine and she was grumbling, "Oh, well," then walked away. * * * "That should do it," I said and disposed of the bloody cotton I used to disinfect my wound. Sadly, I wasn't allowed to participate in the next game because of my injury. For a death game isn't it more beneficial to let an injured participant join, that way they could increase the thrill and the death count might increase. The game could literally change perspective, when the hunter became the hunted.

I sat off to the side, listening to my father's threats, trying to pressure Zach into marrying me. As the person directly involved, I wasn't allowed to speak. Zach remained resolute. "I will not marry Leah." Despite knowing this was all part of the game, hearing those words still struck a chord, a sudden, unexpected pang in my chest. The man before me, cold and proud, stood with a dignity that remained unshaken, even in front of my father. If things had been different, maybe we truly wouldn't marry. At my father's signal, eight bodyguards, all trained fighters, swiftly surrounded Zach.

Even laughing once or twice. Trauma bonding, her mind whispered. And yet, it felt too real to dismiss. Several blocks away, the sniper adjusted his scope. His breath stilled as he lined up the shot. The red dot danced over the table, steady, deliberate. “Time’s almost up,” he muttered. In his earpiece, Alessandro’s voice came again. “Hold. Thirty more seconds. Then you fire.” The sniper smirked, keeping his crosshairs fixed. Montez’s glass paused halfway to his lips. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of something strange. There, just barely visible on Amira’s forehead, was the shimmer of a red dot.

"Sweeping the floor, +1 point." "Getting first place, +100 points." "Getting scolded, -20 points." "Breathing, -100 points." "Living, -10,000 points." That last line, the pen tip tore through the paper. "Dad, are my points enough to trade for my life? If there's a next life, I don't want to accumulate any more points. I just want to be a human being." Dad stared at the piece of paper, his eyes bulging.

She nodded slightly before peering deeper into the store. " There's an arcade game at that corner over there. Want to play?" " Uh... Sure. " " You have a penny?" " A few coins." We walked over to the arcade and she slotted a coin into it and soon the arcade popped to the life. It was just a regular game, nothing fancy, but she looked good at it. " You know how to play?" I asked.

Up in his tower office, Pine put pen to paper beneath the glow of a green desk lamp that cast his craggy features in an almost spectral relief. He wrote a name at the top. S. His true and unseen master, the one whose directives Pine had long worked to facilitate through generations of invisible empire building in Avalon. All players were finally positioned properly on the board. The time had come at last to advance toward checkmate. Pine set down his pen and turned again to regard the rain swept metropolis alive with light outside the dark office, raising his tumbler once more. The game was afoot, destiny's crucible ready to forge Young Sterling or break him utterly. Rooks and pawns fell eve

By either hiding or just facing off against the other. So for wolves that’s pinning them for three seconds. There is no blood to be spilled at this game. Once they’re pinned they’re out and cannot continue. The ones who play are split into two groups. The ‘ITS’ and not ‘ITS’ is how they’ve humorously called them. The not its left about five minutes ago and apparently they get around seven or however long the south could hold back the its.

We stared into each other's eyes and even with the silence, I could hear Gwen's heart beating fast as her breathing became erratic. I always knew Gwen's loyalty to me was more than just admiration and if she wasn't important, I would have evicted her in a painless manner. "My lady." Gwen's smooth voice had me breaking the contact as I stood up, grabbing a pawn piece. "What is the most powerful piece in a game of chess?" I asked as I walked to my window and stared down. Father was talking to a messenger boy as I faced Gwen who was seriously thinking as she stared at the board on my desk.

“You have to try this one.” The booth was a game of what looked like darts, but with moving targets. He put a coin on the counter and the booth attendant gave me a set of darts. “You have to hit all five to win a prize.” “Do you think you can do it?” Perrin glanced at me, laughter dancing in his eyes. “I’ll give it a shot.” I made quick work of the darts, shooting all five into the three innermost circles of the moving targets. I look at Perrin as the game attendant retrieves my prize. His eyebrows are raised in amusement. “I guess you were serious about training in Texas.”

“Bullet or my game, Michael. The choice is yours.” Reluctantly, he places his shaking hand on the table. “Good choice. Your life really isn’t worth refusing me. Now spread your fingers apart.” Michael spreads his fingers apart, his eyes glistening. Was the fucker gonna cry? I balance the tip of the knife along his hand. “I love this game.” I move the blade between his fingers while I stare right into his eyes. “You ever played it before? It’s got many names: the knife game, pin finger, nerve, bishop, knife fingers and, my favorite, five-finger fillet.”