Novel & Cerita Psychological Mind Game

Now it meant something else entirely. Confronting. Strategizing. Taking control. “We can’t keep playing defense,” I said. “They’ll bleed us slowly until we’re exhausted, paranoid, isolated.” Juno nodded. “Classic psychological warfare. Make you doubt your own shadow.” Rico exhaled. “Then we flip the game.” I looked at him. “How?” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. The kind that only appeared when Rico Zane stopped reacting and started calculating. “We let them think they’re winning.”

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

In the midst of discontinuing, Psyche realized she prolonged the process of it so she pursued the steps until it is already done. Nothingness acquired the whole me and all I could see is its void world I'm temporarily staying in. "The Game will start as we count inside our intellectual mind by ourselves in ten seconds." Freyja silenced for a couple of seconds. "The countdown will begin now." One. I took a deep breath while trying to calm myself. I love to see their reaction but there's something that keeps on blocking me. This blindfold covering my eyes. Two. I bit my lower lip as I pursued to ease my mind.

"To anticipate, to deceive, to manipulate." Amara had played chess as a child, a casual game with her father. But Marco's lessons were different. He didn't teach openings or standard moves. He taught her about psychological warfare: how to feign weakness, how to sacrifice a piece to gain a larger advantage, how to read an opponent's tells, how to control the board by controlling their mind. He introduced her to other games, too – poker, bridge – not for the cards themselves, but for the art of bluffing, of seeing through a lie, of understanding human greed and fear.

You cannot win, Sharmin whispered in his mind and Kilvic did not answer. This was the third time the boy had done it and Kilvic kept his mind wondering if this was some form of psychological warfare. A literal mind game designed to aid in victory. He knew he would answer eventually, if the boy continued, but not yet. He needed to be convinced the boy simply held an interest in having a conversation while they sparred. Sharmin had proved, long ago, that he had a future as a mind mage. His ability to link with one’s mind was almost seamless. Many of their classmates had commended it. And while Kilvic knew he could expel the boy from his mind easily, he did not. He simply listened, and waited.

“Walang matutulog.” “Kaya siguro ang pangit mo na,” balik niya. “One game na para matapos na.” Actually, playing is a better way of distracting herself rather than watching. When playing, her mind’s just focused on it as she’s physically engaged in the game, but when she’s watching, her mind can drift off to so many places because she’s just there watching. Mas mabuti na ang ganito.

"I know I joined it but I can't remember what kind of game. All I remember is I came here and I said I was going to volunteer. But can you explain the game?" "A game where while you're asleep, your mind travels to the other world and there are things happening to you that are associated with reality. But the truth is it's just like a long dream, you'll meet other people but when you wake up you will forget everything that happened to you. " Explanation of this. "What is the title of that game?" "The game is called Silence ... or K.I.S.S" I frowned.

Mindy announced the game and everyone went frenzy thinking it was exhilarating to spike the night up this way. My gaze slowly swept to Luca's face. He never would approve of this. He sat there with his drink in his hand, his cold and intense gaze fixated me. I couldn't disrespect him this way but then, I'd give up anything including my dignity and job to be a hundred feet closer to Damien. "Every card has a humiliating act you have to perform," Cathy spoke into the mic when Mindy left the floor to her, "This game is a perfect blend of body shot roulette and dirty charades, giving us the best of both worlds in one go."

"But I'll tell you this much…mind games always work better than brute force. Let him think you don't care. Let him think he's winning. That's when you'll really have him by the throat." "Dark," I teased, though the suggestion wasn't lost on me. "But kind of tempting." "Good," he said. "You deserve to have fun with this." His words made me laugh, but underneath, the effect of that earlier video pressed down again. Fun and games aside, someone out there clearly wanted to rattle me. And it was working. The notification ding of my new phone shattered through the moment. Reflexively, I looked down. Another unknown text. ‘Don't ignore the signs. You don't know what you're getting into.’

I gulped nervously because of what's happening right now but before I could respond Tobi came back inside. “There’s nothing outside, Dad. It’s just some delusional human being trying to create chairs.” He said. Tobi’s Dad nodded before going back inside his study room. I fell down on the floor immediately after hearing the door close at Tobi’s Dad study room. “Are you okay?” Tobi asked and I nodded at him. I closed my eyes for a bit before trying to stand up. He immediately went near me when I was about to lose balance yet again.