Playing For Keeps Meaning Novels & Stories

“I remember. But I also remember telling you I have no idea how to play.” “Well, we aren’t playing cards tonight,” he said, gesturing toward the green felt of the pool table. He walked over, picking up a cue stick. “We’re playing pool. Simple rules: if you lose a round, you lose a piece of clothing. And if I fail — which I won’t — I lose one too.” He didn't wait for me to agree. He pulled me in front of him, my back flush against his chest. His grip tightened for a second — almost too tight — before easing, like he was reminding himself to slow down.

If you felt it, you felt it. “The game’s called Kent,” Naia started as soon as they’re all settled down in the locker room of the Bowling Alley. She continued to explain how the game works. Played in pairs, the goal was to get four of a kind cards (for example: four kings, four sevens, four aces etc.), signal whoever your partner was about it without getting caught, and have them shout ‘Kent!’ “So, partners. Do you want to partner with me, Jared?” “Not really,” he replied shortly.

Bethel asked calmly as she was now back to normal self. “The user said there will be another round tonight” Ken finally spoke. “And if you ditch it, a third person will die so in my own opinion I think you should finish the game Clarissa.” Ken spoke. “But what if I lose? If I fail someone is also bound to die.” My lips trembled and my voice was hoarse. “You don’t have to worry about that for now, just play the game and who knows you might win.” Ken suggested and both me and Bethel were just staring at him.

"What are you playing?" Stella's face remained emotionless, as she played the game. "Escape Room – One Hundred Ways to Kill Your Boyfriend." Keegan was speechless. 'Is that... really the name of a game?' Keegan thought to himself for a moment. 'Even though I didn't do anything extraordinary tonight, it was at least acceptable, right? She has no reason to be sarcastic, does she? 'Maybe it's really just the name of a game.' Keegan asked, "How does this game work?"

Then Ken’s voice came from behind me. “We’re not going anywhere.” I turned to look at him. He had his arms folded and his chin up and the expression of someone who had made a very calm, very final decision. Miller stepped forward beside him. “Let’s just play for it then. Same as before, winners stay, losers clean the locker room and the skates.” Kai looked at Miller with something between disbelief and contempt. “Wasn’t five goals enough for you last time? Do you need more?” Miller smiled. Unhurried. Unintimidated. “Let’s just play.”

KY sits in KY's small motel room in some minuscule town in Illinois, gazing at the awful orange walls—a seventies flashback—that are probably the last time whatever paint job was actually completed here. KY has still not been able to find a job. KY did not think that it would be this hard. KY stands for, KY's dressed up and KY's qualified. KY's already spent all of the money that KY had with KY because KY only had the money that was in KY's handbag. KY cannot use KY's bank cards in case Carmine uses them to track KY out. KY's been making money the last week with the chess games in the park for money. The older men are always happy to make a little wager, and KY feels KY can liven up their da

They skidded to a halt in front of me, both panting. “Thank you for catching our ball,” they said in perfect unison, like they had rehearsed it a hundred times. I crouched down so I wasn’t towering over them and handed the ball back with a gentle smile. “My pleasure.” The boy tilted his head, studying me like I was the most interesting puzzle he had ever seen. “Do you want to play soccer with us?” Before I could answer, the girl bounced on her toes. “We’re playing keepers versus strikers, but the keeper keeps cheating and using his hands even though he’s supposed to be the goalie!”

And when he finally speaks, his voice is strained, clipped, like it’s taking everything in him not to kill me right here in the middle of the game. “Can we please keep playing?” Benji blinks, then shrugs. “Okay.” Just like that, the game resumes, but Kade is seething. And I? I’ve never had more fun.

"I've got better things to do than stay in bed all day, old man." "Such as what?" Lara said, terrified that she had already figured out the answer. He cryptically replied, "Unfinished business." "Forget it if you mean returning to Africa and being shot again." "You're not my keeper, Lara, so don't tell me what to do." "No, I'm the woman who loves you."

Denis must have seen the confused look on her face because he went on to explain further. “Do you know why the game the players are participating in is kept a secret?” He asked patiently. “No. Why?” Kelsey looked up at him expectantly. “So they won’t get sabotaged.” He said keeping his answer short. “Sabotage?” Kelsey's eyes widened “ At a game like this?” “Yes Kelsey, at a game like this.” Is what he said, but made it sound more like; what kind of a stupid question is that? “Why would anyone want to do that?” She asked curiously.