Novel & Cerita Psychological Mind Game

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.

I was also close to August who suddenly picked up an interest in chess and requested I teach him how to study people. "The human mind is a wonderful, fickle and unpredicatable universe that can never be comprehended like the soil we step on. We may not have much understanding of it but the little we know, we should be content or you could lose your sanity like I lost mine." I explained as I dropped my cup of tea on the table after a careful sip. "I must delicate, the teas are most amazing. In heavens did you buy such a wonderful tea?" I asked as August smiled and moved his bishop to a terrible position just to cut off a queen whose role was already over.

"Technically, you're in a near-death state. You only get your life back if you clear the game." "What if your Anxiety Level hits zero?" I asked. "Do you get a special reward? Like, God Mode?" The group fell into a strange silence. Then, they burst into laughter. "Hahaha! God Mode?" Marcus was laughing so hard he was crying. "Sweetheart, you think this is a video game?" "Anxiety at zero? Impossible," the guy in glasses scoffed. "Unless you're a robot or something." Ethan was frowning at me. "Ava, your player profile—"

"This was a test, and you failed. So it really is about money with you, huh?" I felt nothing. My reply was calm and flat. "When are you giving back my money?" He exploded, sending a sixty-second voice rant, "Lila! Does it say anywhere that money was yours? What proof do you have that I was spending your allowance?" I didn’t even hesitate. Within a second, I unlinked his family card, then changed both my phone payment password and lock screen password. That sent him spiraling. "Lila! Why’d you remove the card? Without it, how am I supposed to survive? If I starve to death, you’ll be a murderer."

That was the point, wasn’t it? She let her hand fall and took a deep breath deep, the kind Garrick had taught her to take when her mind started running too fast. There was no room for panic now. No space for doubt. The rules were already written. She just had to play her part long enough to get what she needed and get out. And yet her mind wouldn’t stop spinning.

These were what flashed in his head like he was being programmed and without a second thought, he grabbed a flower vase and smashed it on her head. “Arrgh!” Alessia screamed in pain as the base destroyed completely, its flowers falling down in bits. Immediately, the doorbell rang and he spared her a last glance, watching her groan in pain before leaving the room. It was like he was being brainwashed because desperation pushed out some actions he couldn't control. He descended the stairs with long strides and getting to the main door in the sitting room, he opened the door to see a delivery girl. Earlier, he had ordered food for both him and his fiancée.

Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings. Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society. Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding. She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”

I wanted to go far away from my pack. I could hear the hounds barking in the distance, their howls echoing through the trees. As I plugged deeper into the forest, the darkness surrounded me like a cloak—an eerie silence. I immediately fell to the ground and used leaves to hide myself; my legs could no longer carry me. Memories of my past trickled back into my consciousness, each one a puzzle piece that fits into the larger picture of my life. I remembered my family, my friends, my hopes, and my dreams. I had lost everything.

In a dimly lit, abandoned parking lot, Jessica slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes covered by a piece of cloth, she couldn't make sense of her surroundings. She slowly began piecing together the events. She had been out shopping, planning to meet a friend. After parking in the underground lot, she had the unsettling sensation of being watched. Turning around, she saw no one, but the feeling lingered. Uneasy, she quickened her steps, eager to reach the elevator.

The best part of this damned game, which is presumably the worst about it, is the need to keep an impassive face without revealing the hands you hold. Its like a fucking chess game. But only mentally. You cannot afford to look nervous or excited. A flicker of a nervous gaze or a confident smirk would be the player's downfall faster than he could say quidditch. Not many drunk people played poker. A good thing I wasn't drunk yet.