Playing For Keeps Meaning Novels & Stories

Mila asked Lily while yelling because of the loud music the DJ was playing, and Lily nodded without uttering a word. “What's the first step?” Lily asked Tessa, who was roaming her eyes around, hoping to see the man they were eagerly waiting for. “I haven't seen him yet. I hope he won't disappoint the club today. Let's wait for an hour, the game begins the moment he steps in.” Tessa yelled and Lily nodded. “I can't wait to begin.” Lillian whispered, and they walked to the bar and sat on the stool. “What do you want, ladies?” The bartender asked while smiling sheepishly.

Kevin’s back, holding out a drink. He takes it without thinking. “Thanks.” Kevin studies him. “You look like you’re about to bolt.” “I’m not.” “You are.” “I said I’m not.” Kevin raises a brow. Then shrugs. “Okay.” But he doesn’t look convinced. They stand there for a moment. Music loud. Conversation impossible. Kevin leans in closer. “Come on,” he says. “At least pretend you’re having fun.” Arlo exhales. “I am.” “Terrible liar.”

Calling me. The game is on.

Get over it and move on. Stupid voice of reason. She scowled at her drink, wishing it were pure rum. India warned, “Slap on a happy face, Domini, or Keely will whip out the party games.” “Oh no.” “Oh yes. Keely and Carolyn have this bizarre fixation on forcing everyone to play games at family gatherings. God save us from suffering though another round of ‘pin the dick on the cowboy’.” “They really play that?” “If Keely’s in charge we do.”

His lips twitch, almost like he wants to laugh at himself. My mouth parts, ready to say something cliché like, —life happens even if we don't want it. It's what we make out of it— But he stops me. “Don’t say anything,” he mutters. I swallow audibly. And he keeps going. Quiet. Bitter. “They’re not gonna pick me,” he says. “Scouts were there today.” “They saw me choke.” I glance at him then, but he still won’t look at me. “I wanted to piss him off though, you know?” His voice cracks, and I swear it slices something open in me. “That was the only reason I ever played. But then I got good. Then I started… liking it. Wanting it.”

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

Kyra, meanwhile, chose the stone. "Damn it! Why I'm always unlucky." Grunt Kim. "Maybe it's because you grumble too much." Kyra chuckles. But then she at being punched in the head by Kim. "Damn this kid. I put her in a crocodile pool for a long time." Upset Kim. "That's if you can." Kyra sticks out her tongue. Kay's squeaky. "Are we playing, or do you want to play in the boxing ring?" Eventually Kim and Kyra fell silent to hear her sister's words. Kay smiled at the way her threat worked. The woman shifted her focus to stacking stacks made of wood. They have different ways of playing. The player will take the stacko blocks determined by the other two players.

One day, I had promised, I would put it all on paper. I shook my head at them, trying desperately to hide my blush behind my untamed hair. Adelia gasped. "It is just about the most fun drinking game ever. Plus, you get to know the people around you. So, when it is my turn, I get to say a statement like, never have I ever kicked someone. If you haven't kicked someone ever, you drink. If you have, you can tell us why or when or where." Adelia explained. Light bounced off of her hair, lighting the red pigment beneath. Her smile was infectious.

ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO “Let's play a game, mia cara.” She licked her lips still tasting his cum on them. “What kind of game?” she breathed shamelessly, more than eager to find out what crazy idea he had cooked up. He gripped her jaw, holding her firmly in place. “It's called Hide and Seek.” She swallowed, those words sending pools of heat straight to her core. “Hide and Seek?” “Yes. Rules are simple. Hide and not get caught.”

My legs were stiff, my heart still thundering. I paced, the floorboards cold beneath my bare feet, my arms wrapped tight around myself. A wave of anger, hot and bitter, washed over me, anger at my own carelessness, at Claire's relentless pursuit, at the fear that had constricted my throat. She almost had me. The thought sent a fresh wave of cold dread through me. I had to be smarter. Much smarter. This game was far from over. Am I going to be stuck here forever? Then… “My lady?”