Pine Point Game Novels & Stories

He saw me placed between kings, a queen born from nothing but their rivalry. Dino reached into his jacket, he handed me my phone, one I had forgotten I had, and then he pulled out a black card, slapped it against my palm. “Funding. Pin’s 1794. Don’t fuckin’ waste it.” Alessandro smirked, sliding his own card free, holding it out with practiced elegance. “Take mine as well. Use what you must. Build what you need.” I stared at the cards. At first, confusion tangled me. Was this another game, another leash? But then it shifted. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe I could use their games against them.

Rosh teases me. "Come on please, don't tease me or we might lose." I said. "Do you want to win this game?" Rosh asked me. "It's okay if we lose. Besides, you are the one giving the prizes anyway." I whispered in his ear. "Yeah, But I enjoy playing this game." Rosh replied with a naughty grin on his face. "Oh, I see, you have hidden motives." I said and pinch his waist. Because I pinched Rosh's waist, he was out of balance and we lost the game.

Taryn urged. "Okay, so the first game we'll be playing is Jenga," Aiden announced as he placed the pieces in the center of the table. They began playing. They all carefully removed pieces and placed them on the top while trying not to make it topple over. They were at the last two pieces, and it was Dustin's turn to go. As he skillfully tried to place the Jenga piece into place, his pinky finger hit another piece and all the pieces toppled over.

I pleaded loudly, clearly frustrated with Theo and his games. “As you wish.” He said, and resumed his ministrations. I sighed as my body dropped back on the bed, the sensation that I had been feeling, coming back, but this time with full force as Theo didn't have mercy. He plunged three fingers into me and latched unto my pussy, sucking like his life depended on it. I couldn't hold back any longer and dug my fingers into his hair as I rocked my hips to his fingers and tongue. “Ahhhh…. Theo, please!!” I was feeling really stimulated and suddenly felt a pinch on one of my nipples, indicating that Leo had joined us on the bed.

Power play, our advantage. We scored. Two-one. Silvermoon answered thirty seconds later. Two-two. With five minutes left, the game was still tied and the tension was unbearable. Every shift felt like a battle. The hits got harder, the play more desperate. Then Sebastian caught me alone in the neutral zone. "Your boy's getting tired," he said, skating alongside me. "That last shift, he was slow. Sloppy." "Shut up." "I wonder what'll happen when I take him down. When I become Blackpine alpha." His voice dropped. "Will you submit to me? Or will I have to break you first?"

Suddenly my phone went blank and the screen read, “Picture not available.” He had deleted the picture from his story, maybe he had realized that the Fox Lane Badge was obvious. I was right, does that mean Pstar7 attends Fox Lane High? OMG!!!

With how straight the ball was now rolling, Xanry was more than certain that he had secured himself another strike! As the ball crashed into the pins, everyone held their breath as they watched the ones at the sides wobble to and fro… Until eventually, only one pin remained standing! With nine pins knocked over, Xanry now had forty-five points in the bag! Even so, Xanry felt that the results weren’t ideal. After all, now that he had missed one pin, Gerald was one point closer to catching up to him! Regardless, it was now Gerald’s turn. As long as he managed to hit all the pins, there would only be a three-point difference between their scores!

"It's all in the timing, grasshopper." I am impressed. Both with the game and with his sudden confidence. "Alright, my turn." The pressure was on now. Even to my own ears I sound unsure. I don't even hit the ball before the silver pellet falls through the center. Nate claps which leaves me slightly annoyed and embarrassed. It had to be his presence that is messing me up because I have the high score of this game on Johnny's pinball machine in his basement. "Fine," I grumble crossing my arms. "If you're so great why don't you pass some of your wisdom onto me?" Even though I am a little annoyed that I failed so soon, I can barely contain the stretch of my lips across my teeth.

His arm was broken, the bone jutting through his skin, but the amber light was already knitting the flesh back together with Synthetic-Sinew. "He’s right," Kael spat, wiping blue-stained blood from his lip. "We’ve played this game before. The 'Rules' always end with us in a cage." Elara looked at the puck in the 2.0’s hand. In a "Sudden Death" scenario, the first goal wins. But in this rink, the "Goal" wasn't a net—it was the Master-Format. "Julian," Elara whispered through their mental link. "The Whistle and the Puck... they’re the same frequency. One is the Signal, the other is the Mute."

Even August and his friends who were very far from them started to watch their game. “Wow, almost everyone is paying attention to our game, Grey said. Grey who was playing decently keeps on getting their team tied to the opposing team, was getting shy when people started cheering because of their game. … After a couple more rounds, the game ended with Kath and her team winning. Philip, the one who was last to play on the other team missed one pin after his turn making Kath and her team ahead in the score. Kath played her last round perfectly and got her team the win.