Psychological Mind Game Novels & Stories

A real game of chess formed inside the mind ready to act at every choice and every possible turn, without measures or going back to the hole just the dam bursting to let all the rot take over, one of which could never have erased even if it had tried. A dangerous game, since human chess, generates deaths. And it's amazing how much it brings a sweet taste to my mouth making me take the tip of my tongue to my lips to wet it wishing I had more of that sensation Listening to the song over and over in a maddening loop only keeps me more awake as my mind tries to get lost in the meaning of the words. Maybe that's the difference, I accepted the monster that dwells in me as a second layer, like the

On the glass coffee table lay a single, well-thumbed copy of “The Strategist’s Dilemma: Game Theory in Modern Conflict.” “He’s talking to us,” Mimi said, her voice cold. “He’s not a mercenary doing a job. He’s a player. He’s studied us, and now he’s announcing his pedigree. This is a game to him.” The psychological contours of their enemy sharpened, becoming more terrifying.

“Obviously.” “Don’t make it sound like it’s nothing. That’s insane, Theo.” “It’s necessary,” he corrects. “You don’t go into a game like this blind.” Game. Right. This is a game. Doesn’t matter if I don’t want to acknowledge it as one. I swallow and finally step closer, dropping my bag on his chair. Up close, it’s worse. There’s a column labeled PATTERNS. Another labeled TRIGGERS. And right at the bottom, underlined twice was BOREDOM = DISENGAGEMENT.

this game is a game of past trauma, each player will be connected, to a device, and as each player comes, he will be sent to his dark or beautiful memories and their partner have to wake them up, if they fail to wake them up, that player can never wake up, now questions arise how to going to wake their partner when they going to be in deep sleep and dreaming about their past. they can manipulate objects but they can not affect the human body, they can act as a ghost and can influence only non-living objects. Zoe:- so it means if it's my turn then Leri have to wake me up, or I will never going to see you the next day. leri:- why every game is a death game, we just survive the last match. NAMI

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

he began. "I've been watching them around you too, and I realized that they're only trying to make you feel... paranoid, isolated, desperate. They want you to feel you're not doing enough even when you're doing too much for them. They want to make you feel unsure of yourself, just so you can make the wrong decision, and fall off the tracks" he caressed my cheeks. "You're facing something psychological, and you just need to be strong... for me" he persuaded. His words were soft and true. I realized all these were just... mind games. And I needed to be strong to oppose them. Rather than wailing and crying like a child, I should have been re-strategizing.

Whenever I got nervous, I would freeze up, my mouth tightening, while my mind raced at lightning speed. This meant that in moments of danger, all I could do was curse in my head a thousand times while waiting for my inevitable doom with a smile. What I didn't know was that my mind-reading skill was not the kind where I read others' thoughts. It was the kind where others could read mine. Right then, everyone—the players, the boss, the viewers—could hear everything I was thinking. As the muscular man approached me, my legs stiffened, but my brain was running wild, thinking, "I remember Aleena saying that big guys tend to have small manhood."

My thoughts are really betraying me. "Why did you come up with that so quickly? Can’t wait, huh? You mentioned before that I could crawl to you. Are you really that eager to discover more about me?” he mocks. 'Damn this guy,' I whisper to myself. What can I do if I’m really overthinking things?

The perfect enforcer. You think I’ll ask you questions and throw words back and forth. I don’t. You think I wouldn’t speak to you, that’s when I yap about things that do and don't concern you. You think I’m about to pull the trigger. I don’t. I play mind games. I keep my victims guessing—I keep them guessing until they’re pissing their pants and begging for something, anything. That’s the mind game I play with one of Marcelo’s men who was taken from their hideout. I need answers as quickly as it can come, so, I am playing an extremely dirty game—shamelessly soiling my hands in blood.

he ponders. “Your decisions throughout the match cannot be delayed. My suggestion is that you don't think about what to do after my movement and, yes, well before that... it's called 'predictability', that is, the ability to predict the most obvious within a scale and not fail to consider all other alternatives at scale.” "Wow! It is possible?" asks the student. “This game stimulates and develops such skills... Never doubt what a mind is possible, when well trained... it surprises even us” says the instructors.