Pine Point Game Novels & Stories

The man is already in action down there. "Ssh ... Ahh ..." Caramel sighed, spontaneously. Kenzo's tongue began to lick Caramel's lower body, repeatedly. Then Kenzo crushed and invaded the whole in Caramel's crotch. He pressed hard with his tongue, causing Caramel to scream out loud. "Stop ... Stop ... Stop ..." Caramel chanted. There is no tenderness or love in their play. Kenzo provides pain and pleasure mingled into one. "I said stop !!" screamed Caramel with all his might.

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.

The PT is a hotel with a spa, casino, restaurant, and thematic playrooms that cater to secretive businesses. She didn't come in as a hostess during the day. Her job was out front taking reservations, but Mr. West preferred her, so the hotel made an exception. The place remained hidden in the city, disguised as a high-end Inn. It is a giant adult playground for male and female escorts. Making reservations is a doozy; the hotel's management does background checks; it takes an individual with a specific pay grade and status to qualify for a room. --- Keanu was semi-tired yet restless.

"I can read, wildcat. What is the twist you plan on putting in the game? You did have a goal in mind when you decided to bring me here, didn't you?" Goal? My plan! "Yes! Yes." I started again, trying to recapture the sane, rational side of me by beating the little harlot in me to a pulp. When I was certain that she was back in her cage, I continued. "As you can see, this is a paintball recreation center. When I called earlier, I had the owner make a special arrangement for us. For a small fee you will be paying the company, we have the run of this forest for the next two hours. The forest spans three plots. The game we are playing today is paintballs of course. You fill your gun with paints

Our knees knocked together as we settled in, and the air smelled thick with melting wax and the leftover grease from the pizza. “Alright, listen up for the rules,” Lina said, dropping her voice to this fake-serious whisper as she rested her fingers lightly on the planchette, the little wooden pointer shaped like a heart with a glass eye in the middle. “Nobody cheats and pushes it on purpose. And if it starts spelling out creepy stuff, we keep our cool, no screaming or bolting.” She looked right at me then, her eyes gleaming with that naughty spark, and I placed my fingers on it too, feeling the smooth, cold wood under my skin.

At this rate, he might not have fifteen minutes. “I like sweets,” Gloomie replied, and Zen quickly stuffed some in her mouth. The waterworks slowed, and the happiness meter rose slightly. Getting the hang of it, Zen looked around. He had to choose easy games that would not sabotage him. “Should we play pin the tail?” he asked, holding out the picture of a donkey and some tails. Gloomie nodded happily and handed out blindfolds. “First to pin it on the correct spot after spinning ten rounds wins!” she declared.

“Oh, I love this game!” “But that's not fair,” I protested. “Why did the rule suddenly change? “Less talking,” She dismissed me. “Zachary , what's Valerie's comfort food? I froze. He doesn't know that. Oh my God , we are going to— “Pizza. Without the pineapple of course.” My head snapped towards him, my lips parting slightly. How did he know that? “Ooh , okay.” Elena grinned wickedly at me and my back broke out in sweat . This won't be good.