The Corner Game Novels & Stories

The corner of Nicholas' lips raised up slightly when he saw how she wasn't paying attention to him at all. “Shouldn't girls like you be interested in shopping rather than playing boyish games like this? Besides, there are other games girls your age play, so why would you pick something like this?" He asked again. One could say he was curious to know a bit about Rose. As the owner of a game company, he was surprised to see how Rose was so good at playing games that most boys find it hard to play.

“We can play together.” He eyed the rows of machines until his gaze landed on an old fighting game in the corner. “That one,” he said. I raised a brow. “Fighting games? Really?” “What, are you scared I’ll beat you?” The challenge in his voice sent an unexpected thrill through me, and I followed him over to the console. We squeezed onto the narrow bench, our thighs pressing deliciously up against one another as the screen flickered to life. Elijah’s elbow jabbed mine as he began mashing the joystick, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

She asked curiously, and he nodded. "I forgot to tell you the rules," he muttered, his frown deepening as if he had committed a grave offence. The Time Keeper’s eyes narrowed, the silver orbs shimmering like moons caught in a storm. His tone was grave as he responded, “Rules are the foundation of this arrangement, Alessia. Break them, and you may lose your chance to return entirely.” Alessia straightened, clutching the bracelet on her wrist. "What rules?" she asked cautiously, her unease growing with every passing second.

The air is thick with the scent of desperation and greed. The room is a den of vice, with round tables scattered about, each one a battleground for high-stakes games of poker and blackjack. The green felt is worn and stained, a testament to the countless nights of excess. Stacks of cash and chips tower above the players, their faces set in determined lines, their eyes fixed on the prize. The chandelier above casts a yellowish glow, highlighting the tension etched on their faces. I spot my contact, a man, only a few years older than me, with umber skin and hazel brown eyes, his tattoos on full display.

"I am not like you. I talk to few good people and stick to them." "Wow! Who is that?" Asked Nancy as they got closer to a bus stop. They saw a handsome young teenager standing in a corner. He was very tall and had black hair. He had earphones in his ears and he seemed to be lost in his world of music. All the girls who stood beside him kept looking at him again and again.

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

No matter what age or gender can't be spared in the least. Even those who can't protest were caged like animals just so the dominion could use them as they please. What a typical 'conqueror' gameplay. He played this sort of games at times but since he felt this was something that he couldn't handle, he quitted. However, the knowledge and experience of playing such games led him to know some of the important points. One, the big nations always have some sort of feud. Of course, they'd fight for power and influence.

It felt like people were intentionally barricading her from passing. With her head down, Leah made it to the part where it almost looked deserted. She instantly saw the sign that reads Puffs & Liquor; she grabbed a few packs of mentholated cigarettes and a lighter from the glass sliding shelf. She couldn't help but hear children running and playing in the next stall. The squeak of sneakers soles on textured vinyl was an earful, making Leah's face twitch. She heard a small crash and the sound of boxes rolling or tumbling from a higher location and then the squeak of rubber soles fading.

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn