The Corner Game Novels & Stories

I never really understood how it worked since they started playing it and judging from how stressed they both looked, I didn't even plan on learning it. "Checkmate... or whatever the version of it is in this game," Leo chirped, sliding a blue piece forward with a smug little grin. Julian stared at the board, his jaw dropping. "No way. Leo, I had you cornered three moves ago. How did you even see that?" "You focus too much on the front, Uncle Julian," Leo said, leaning back on his elbows, looking way too relaxed for a kid who almost drowned an hour ago. "You gotta watch the corners. That's where the main scores are."

On the game. Kick-off. The game was fierce—lower-league side hungry, physical, no fear. Marc dropped deep, linked play, pressed relentlessly. At 12 minutes a corner swung in—curving, dangerous. Marc timed his run, rose above two defenders, met the ball with a clean header—downward, powerful. Net snapped. 1-0.

"There is only Vesper. And Vesper has a game to win." Zero let out a quiet sigh, his hand lingering on the edge of my desk for a fraction of a second too long, his fingers brushing against mine before he stepped back into the shadows of his terminal. "Then let's win it. The Thorne shipment arrives at Pier 4 at midnight. I've already corrupted their security feed. The stage is yours." A cold, lethal smile spread across my lips. I pulled a sleek, midnight-black carbon fiber mask over the upper half of my face, concealing my identity entirely.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

The protagonists of the live broadcast were none other than me and Heather. In the lower right corner, there was even a prize quiz with the title 'Will the well-known entrepreneur betray his wife?' The prize money had already reached 200,000 dollars. On the public screen, luxury cars kept scrolling past, and various gifts kept appearing. I was stunned. It felt like I had become a tool for the couple to make money. It was as if I had woken up from a dream. I asked her, "What does this mean?" She was also slightly stunned. Perhaps she did not expect me to find the camera. But then she unbuttoned the dress and approached me step by step. "Don't you want to know about Leanne? I will tell you the

Cornelio explaining the simple rule of the game. “What if both of you get hit? Is that mean draw?” ask Hazel. “There will be no draw state in this game, or they will call this game as the name is.” Said Cornelio. “Hmph! Don’t get too cocky!” said Nathan. “The game will be played with that condition, are you ready?” said Cornelio. “Fine, I’ll play your shitty game.” Said Nathan. “Alright.” Said Cornelio. He just shoots Nathan immediately and the game quickly ended like how it started.

“Oh, good. I’ve always wanted to be duct‑taped to a death‑addicted gladiator.” Corvin’s hand brushed mine, not quite taking it, but there. The game had made its move. Now, it wanted to see how we played together.

One game and I'll be able to escape from here. We seated around the Christmas corner and I purposely sat beside Aiden and Mr Arnold because the other side of Aiden, sat the other eccentric that was Evans' cousin but that didn't mean I interacted with him. I just sat beside him silently praying the stupid game to over soon. "So truth or dare." Oh, God! I'm sorry it's my opinion but this is the dumbest and the most cliché game I've ever seen. I swear, if I see this game on TV, I'll turn it off right then and there.

You look beautiful," Anika exclaimed. Sarah grinned and bowed her head, but not before Anika noticed the tiny pink on her cheeks. Jacob made an impatient motion toward Casper. "Why are you standing here while he is standing over there?" Jacob's face stiffened as he examined the room. "I should have known the old bastard would be here." Anika followed his eyes and found Pete Foxhorn holding court within earshot of Casper. Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.