The Corner Game Novels & Stories

I want all this and more for my pack. “Divina, will you join me in my office for about 15 minutes?” Divina nods and kisses me quickly on the cheek before heading off with Alpha Zane. Gloria grins widely and points to myself and Damien. “You two up for playing some games tonight. Divina introduced us to a game called corn hole and its super fun.” Damien is up and ready to go. “Never heard of corn hole, but I’m down. It’s sound kind of redneck though.”

"Hey Gabby, want to play with us?" "Yes, what are we playing?" I questioned. "The corner game. The one with the gap teeth replied to me, and the others were so excited when I agreed to play with them. "But I heard the corner game is risky and scary? Like it summons evil spirits." I explained to them based on my own understanding. "Not when we have the sunflower present with honey." I had already agreed from the beginning. Saying no right now would eventually break their hearts. What do I do now? I can’t risk playing such a game after what happened to my daughter a few moments ago.

I squeezed myself through the crowd, my eyes scanning the room for Ruby's familiar figure. I finally spotted her near the corner of the room, where a group of people were gathered around a game. The game was called "Egg Shot," and it looked like a hilarious challenge. Players took turns tossing a tennis ball into a plastic bucket, and if they missed, their opponent would get to drink a shot of alcohol. Caelan was there, playing the game with a group of pack members. He was tossing the ball with ease, his movements confident and precise. Every time he won, his opponent would groan and take a shot.

She nodded and moved toward the door, and I followed, and we went to the game gate together the way we always did, side by side, the distance between us that was not quite close and not quite far, the distance of two people who had stopped negotiating it deliberately and simply arrived at whatever it was naturally. The game was a pressure room. Two players, one mechanism, a series of counterweights that required constant coordinated adjustment to keep the floor level. If the floor tilted past forty-five degrees in either direction, both players slid toward whichever wall the floor was angling at, and the game registered a fail. Thirty minutes. Keep the floor level.

“Oh, I'm ready. Let me just run my briefcase out to the limo real quick.” The four of us walked around the corner and found the arcade game that Carter had been talking about. On the screen were animated elk and deer, running frantically as the red cross hairs panned over them. Right in front there were two plastic rifles. Henry, Nancy and myself approached the machine and waited for Carter to return from his limo. It only took him a minute or so before he was back. “Who goes first?” I asked. “I'm going to leave that to you guys,” Carter said, smiling. “Or we can always flip a coin.”

Carmen laughed, already being pulled forward by Ava, who clearly had appointed herself the host of the night. The first game was simple—or so they claimed. It was titled ‘the Shoe Game’. Two chairs were placed in the center. Nathan and I were pushed down onto them, back to back. Someone handed us our shoes—one of mine, one of his. “You know the rules,” Ava said loudly. “I ask a question. You raise the shoe of the person the answer applies to.” Nathan leaned back slightly so our shoulders touched. “Be honest,” he murmured. “I will know.”

A few months ago just the thought of being out in public surrounded by all those people would've sent me into shock. I heard voices coming from the game room. That's the room the guys hung out in, and ate or played pool and video games, when they were having down time. There was even a kids' corner, and when I'd asked Colton about it, he'd told me in his gruff way 'bitches got shit to do sometimes, so their old man brings the kid in, and we take turns watching over the little tykes.' I went down to the room to see what was going on, since I'd done my morning's work and was bored out of my mind. I get into trouble when I'm bored.

It was brutal. Fists flew. Elbows cracked against jaws. Men slammed into the canvas floor of the makeshift ring. Blood splattered. Grunts and shouts filled the warehouse. The first group’s winner was a big guy named Marco, he knocked out the last opponent with a vicious uppercut that left the man unconscious for nearly a minute. Group after group stepped up. Some fights lasted longer than others. Bones cracked. Noses broke. One man had his shoulder dislocated and still tried to keep fighting until Bernard pulled him out.

A space that felt safe rather than sinister. She stepped inside slowly. Taking it all in. A St. Andrew's cross against one wall. Polished wood, padded where the body would rest. A spanking bench in the center. Leather padding. Adjustable height. Rope coiled on hooks. Different colors. Different textures. A cabinet against the far wall. She could guess what it held. And in the corner—a large bed. Four posts. Attachment points at each corner. "This is where you'd take me apart," she whispered.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.