The Family Game Novels & Stories

she began. “Oh God, please make it stop!” Abigail cried out dramatically. Isabel chuckled and hugged me. “Cheer up already.” Summer skipped in. “What are we so happy about?” Cher asked. “Game night's tonight and I signed you all up” Summer announced. “Heh?” Abby asked. “Nope. I'm out” Charisma said and left before any of us could stop her. “Family room, tonight at 6 o'clock sharp! Bring your own snacks” Summer sighed.

“Dad please stop these games and tell these men to leave our house!” “Our house?” Lennox Zephyr laughs, a sound that chills me to the bone. “This house belongs to us, Not your father. Practically everything your family has belongs to us. Even your lives. And you hazel, are their sacrifice. Their scapegoat.” His cruel snicker echoes through the room, “Haha, this is truly fascinating. The best part of all this? Watching a family as close as yours crumble. A daughter with so much hope in her parents now sees them as what they truly are… monsters.”

They may be royalty but they can wash up their own plates too. We decided on playing a modern version of the game who’s in the bag. Basically names of famous people folded up and placed in a bag. There was an argument at first of whether it should be men versus women, or couples versus singles, and even family versus friends but in the end I took charge and just gave everyone a number. Calling the person’s number made it fair and stopped the game rivalry between Lance, Axel, Mav and Tucker. They were a nightmare. I think if Rory’s family wasn’t just as bonkers, or Rafe at least, then he would have been out of his depth. But he joined in and made us all laugh at his impression of an actor in

It was an unknown number, so I rejected it, only for it to ring again. This time, I answered on speaker. “Hello, is this Miss Harper Grey? We’re calling from a TV program called Family Forever. Your mother contacted us and said you’ve been influenced to cut ties with your parents. We’d like to invite you onto our show to have a proper conversation with your family.” “I’m not going.” “Miss Grey, we’d like to help you reunite with your family–” “There’s no need for that.” With that, I hung up and couldn’t fall back asleep again after that.

"Oh. None of the boys today?" "No. It's um..." He turns and surveys the room. "It's a family game." I have no idea why, but when Finn calls this a family game the words plow through my heart. He has a family. They even live close by. Ben and Rebecca are all the people I have in the world. To think Finn wants to be included in our small clan delights me. "Well, here is the merchandise you ordered. Mikey will bring up your food in about thirty minutes. I hope you have a great game." She takes the cloth with her on the way out.

Nora walked over and Gabe shifted on the floor. “Yeah, we may be a fu-“ Gabe stopped mid-sentence and looked at Kiera before re-phrasing. “We may be an odd group of people, but we’re family. Let’s just all agree to keep the games to game night, deal?” I smiled and looked at the confused expression on Mathilda’s face. I pulled her in and picked the red tower for my game piece. “Deal,” everyone said.

Elena's POV: Adriana was arrested and imprisoned, but Mom and Dad had no time to grieve, much less save her. The shocking news of "Wealthy Heiress Kills Sister" shot straight to the top of entertainment headlines. When the Reed family saw the scars covering the corpse on the news and heard my name in the broadcast, they instantly realized the Lane family had played them. This time, they showed no mercy and bankrupted the Lane family overnight. Debt collectors and reporters blocked the entrance to their house so tightly that not a fly could get out. My elderly parents hid inside their home, too afraid to venture out.

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?”

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

Gilbert sneered, "Sis, the game was developed by the Sinclair Corporation, and the Reed family and the Sinclair family are the biggest shareholders. Tony has been so proud of this recently. Now he's in trouble. Let's see how arrogant he can be then." Amanda watched the flickering interface and the kids mimicking the game's violent scenes. Only Red Fox would like such bloodshed. "Mm." Looks like she needs to investigate Red Fox. The next moment, Tod's words in the mall flashed back into her mind.