Snuggles Get Your Head In The Game Novels & Stories

"Got it. I'll be back within a week." I pretended to still be asleep, listening as he hung up and walked closer. His footsteps stopped by the bedside. A burning gaze fell on me, and his inner thoughts came through crystal clear. "The family's urging me to go back and take over the business. It's time to wrap up this little game. Mable's gotten boring, but this fool… Maybe I'll pretend to be ill and have my fun with her. Let's see how stupid she really can be." My eyelashes fluttered slightly, but I kept my eyes closed. Inside, I was scoffing coldly.

And filled with the soft hum of machines and the clang of coins and prizes. They played everything. Air hockey. Skeeball. A suspiciously rigged claw machine. Minnie nearly beat Johnny in a racing game until he “accidentally” unplugged his controller mid-lap. “You cheat!” she cried, laughing. “I win creatively,” he replied, dropping tickets in her hand. Eventually, they found the prize counter, and Johnny traded their haul for a ridiculously large stuffed Snoopy. He presented it to her like a trophy. “For the bravest skater at the rink,” he said with a mock bow.

“FUCK!” All I could do was run. Felt kind of like Indiana Jones running from that giant boulder. But of course, there’s no quick way for me to dodge it. The hedgehog is on my ass like I owe him money, and these playing cards block me at every turn. It was starting to piss me off. As I’m working up a sweat trying to stay just far enough ahead of this damn hedgehog set on making me a pancake, I hear a narrator voice in a video game shout, “Player Two has joined the game!”

“I can live with that.” Before she could say anything else, a shout rose from the living room. “EVERYONE SHUT UP, NEW GAME!” Sky instantly perked up. “Ooh, this sounds fun.” Charlie sighed. “Of course it does.” They followed the noise back into the living room. A crowd had formed in a loose circle. In the middle, some lanky kid in a cowboy hat stood on a chair, swaying slightly. “We’re playing Slip ‘n Chug!” he yelled.

“Can we play with socks, too?” “If you must,” he said with an arrogant air before he kissed her until her toes curled. “Socks, underwear… Hell, I’ll even be nice and let you use each of your piercings.” Magnus let her go so he could set up the game. Sunny smirked behind his back, shot back the rest of her whiskey, and grabbed two pillows so they could do it like true gamers: sitting on the floor, acting like reckless teenagers. “Bring it on, Magnus Karlsen!” she exclaimed.

"Do you even remember what I said just now?" "Yeah, I do." Seeing my calm expression, he stepped toward me, wanting to ask something, but Eve deliberately cried out, "Ahh, there's a bug! What if I get an allergic reaction?" Shane could only turn around and scoop her into his arms, though his gaze lingered on me just the same.

Holy macaroons! "You do know we'll get expelled if we'll get caught right?" I asked in a low voice. "We won't get caught if you won't scream." I smiled. "That would be hard to do." He smiled back at me. "I like it when you scream though. But let's play a little game." he said while pushing my hair off my face. My brows creasing. "What game?" "If any of us make a little sound, the one who did will pay for our midnight snack later after this."

As much as she tried to hide her smile, she was failing. “We are playing spoons.” Heather laid out spoons in the middle of the table. “Is everyone aware of the rules?” Pulling my legs under me, I got to a comfortable position to be able to grab a spoon. “Yes, ma’am!” Heather and Lilith were rubbing their hands together, and Grim was focused on Veronica. “HELLO!” Amelia yelled at them. “I’m ready!” Veronica smirked. “Winner, get a cigar.” “I’ll get one, anyway.” Amelia waved her off.

The air smelled of roasted meat and earth, and underneath it all was the sound of life: pups chasing one another, mothers gossiping, warriors arguing over strategy while pretending they weren’t off-duty. Joey clapped her hands once, loudly enough to draw everyone’s attention. “Alright, listen up! Today we’re breaking the monotony. We’ve fought, we’ve bled, we’ve sulked in our rooms” her eyes flicked dramatically to Devon, who only blinked at her “but today, we play.” The warriors groaned. Someone shouted, “Play what?” Joey grinned wickedly. “Everything.” The first game was tug-of-war. Joey had somehow found an absurdly thick rope, and when she planted it on the ground, the pups immediately s

I loved how husky his voice came out, caressing my spine and muscles in alluring tension. 2 I smirked. "Neither are you." "I-" "Nate!" we were cut by the sudden bark and turned to see Seth frowning, Olly blocking him and Tay sent me a discreet approving gesture. "Keep your head in the game!" I wasn't sure how to feel about it, but Taylor's strategy did work. Somehow. They still scored more than us, but it did bring some kind of distraction to the point they exchanged spots with due to this 'head in the game thing'. It fluttered my insides to know I wasn't the only one getting affected by him.