Quick Hit Games Novels & Stories

When it came time for college, Matt applied only to northern schools that had ice hockey programs and with the help of his coaches, managed to score a scholarship to the University of Michigan. He worked his ass off, spending every hour in the workout room to build up his muscles and his strength. His focus was so intent on playing, his obsession and single-minded determination so strong, he had no room in his life for anything else. Just The Game, always capitalized like that in his mind. Again, as he thought about it now, unbelievable arrogance.

Me: How's your company doing? After our breakup, Heath moved to California and expanded his language-learning app into the powerhouse it was today. The last time I checked, it was one of the top fifteen most downloaded apps in the U.S. Heath: Pretty amazing. We're going public at the end of this year. We're expecting a big IPO. Perhaps... The three dots that indicated he was typing popped up, disappeared, then popped up again. Heath: We can revisit things after it does My guilt hardened into dread.

Keon sat in the low glow of his gaming room, eyes glued to the monitor as his fingers danced across the keyboard and mouse. The rhythmic clicking echoed through the room, the sound of rapid-fire shots and explosions filling the air as he maneuvered his character through an intense solo match. On the screen, his avatar weaved through enemy fire, jumping between platforms and dodging obstacles in a futuristic, high-tech battlefield—a game that required not just skill but lightning-fast reflexes.

“I do. A twin sister. And before you ask, we don’t look alike.” Dominique smiles and nods. Have I mentioned he’s really sexy when he smiles? That kind of smile that will leave your heart pounding and without you knowing you’re willing to do anything, anything at all to please this man. “I assume you hate flying.” “Wow, of course you’d noticed,” I say sarcastically. “Yes, I do.” “Then, let’s play a game to ease you up a little.” “What game?” “Twenty questions.” I smile. “Let me guess. This was part of your skills when you were trying to hit on a new girl back in college?”

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.

“Now that the queen has officially turned twenty-five, it’s time to play a game!” I groaned immediately. “Oh no. No games, Sandra. The last time we played one, I ended up kissing that creepy waiter at the bar.” Amara burst out laughing. “And he still follows her on I*******m till today!” “Exactly!” I said, pointing accusingly. “That’s why we’re not doing this.” But they were already ignoring me. Joyce clapped her hands together. “Truth or dare!” A chorus of cheers filled the room. Sandra smirked and handed me a half-filled shot glass. “Rules are simple… if you refuse a truth or dare, you drink. And no chickening out.”

VOLUME ONE: RUSH Rush: A form of gameplay that relies on speed and surprise warfare to win. It would be impossible for today to get any shittier. I woke up late and had to skip a shower — something not recommended for my dark brown, naturally wavy hair. Day two at my new job included a jammed copy machine, spilled coffee, and a forgotten lunch. I am not a happy person when I haven't eaten all day. As the new girl, I don't even have a friend to bum cash for the vending machine.

I was drinking my juice when Rachel asked the most insensitive questions of all. “So did you had sex already?” She asked, making me choke on the juice I was drinking.

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

"I'll find a new partner. Jamie can team up with Mum so she can participate in the games for a change." We all wondered who Jeanette's new partner would be, but Auntie Laurel seemed surprisingly calm. I overheard her telling Jamie, "We have to win, so I don't have to buy Conrad or Jeanette a car. I don't want either of my children to end up in jail or reported missing." As we gathered in the living room, Auntie Laurel announced the games for the night—charades, French culture, and painting. However, Jeanette's partner had yet to arrive.