Psychological Mind Game Novels & Stories

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I wonder what game he’s playing. “Yes.” “Hmm.” His gaze remains fixed on me, that infuriating smile still in place. The weight of his attention makes my knees weak, and I excuse myself before I can embarrass myself further. I rush to my room and slump against my door, heart pounding and mind racing with the same question from earlier: What the hell was that?

“I’m not asking for forgiveness. Once I left Ashford, I’m basically nobody right now. I don’t exactly have anything impressive left to offer you.” “What are you planning to do then?” Marcus exhaled. “Go back to what I actually liked in college. Game engineering. I started a company with two old classmates.” Allison remembered. The game he built in college—won the national university game design competition. And that wasn’t even his major. He’d entered just to grab some extracurricular credits. Ended up taking first place. “Congrats,” she said quietly. “Glad you found something you actually want.” “So when I said all that just now, I wasn’t fishing for a yes. I just wanted you to know where I

I try to ignore it, forcing a smile. “Great,” I say, pulling my hand back quickly. I turn away before he sees the flush in my cheeks. This is a game. Just a game. And now, I’m finally playing.

I picked up one of the softballs, feeling the weird smooth surface of the material in my hands. I took a deep breath, focusing. You can do this. As the game started, small metal targets started dropping from above in random order. My eyes widened, and I don’t know if it was the adrenaline that pumped in my veins or if it was just pure luck, but my vision seemed sharper than ever. One by one, I caught the metal targets, catching every single one of them as they rapidly dropped, the sound of each hit ringing loud and clear. It was like everything was in slow motion, my hands quickly catching on each target, and when the last target fell, the game ended.

"Since you proposed the bet, I believe you won't mind me printing out this agreement before we start, do you?" Lewis was expressionless. "Do as you please." "I see you have the game in the bag." "Aren't you the same?" Faust had already dealt them their hole cards, but neither checked their cards. Their eyes were locked on each other's faces as though their looks could help them defeat their opponents. Those who had played the game would know, luck aside, mind games played a crucial role in winning—without bending the rules, of course. Faust had no idea what was going on in their heads. He flipped the three community cards face up on the table and looked at them.

In her opinion, there were no ranks among the games. Zayden gave her a disapproving look and said, “I don’t think so. Let’s take playing cards an example. As long as one gets his cards, he can guess what cards the other players have. I don’t think this kind of game takes much brain.” “Really?” Alice asked with doubt. “I have heard that some people can remember the cards that other players have played, but I have never heard of anyone that can guess the cards in the other player’s hands when he gets his cards. It’s impossible.”

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

Until it reached a point where it could no longer hold itself together. And then With one move Collapse it completely. His expression remained calm. But beneath that calm Something was already in motion. And when it surfaced… Adam Pierce would realize something far too late. He hadn’t just started a rumor. He had started a game. One he didn’t understand. One he couldn’t control. And one he would not win.

{VIVIAN} I couldn't sleep. I'd collapsed into bed three hours ago, my body exhausted but my mind racing like l'd injected it with a dozen shots of espresso. I'd tried counting sheep, fantasizing about Asher Donovan, and listening to my alarm clock's built-in white noise feature, but none of it worked. Every time I closed my eyes, images from the engagement party played on a broken loop. Dante's hand around my wrist. The graze of his fingers along my spine.