The Family Game Novels & Stories

Aya deadpanned, but she leaned into the contact. I caught Mama and Papa exchanging soft glances from across the food line, her resting her head briefly against his shoulder while he flicked whipped cream onto her nose in retaliation. She gasped like he’d committed treason and chased him around a table with a spoon. Lily screamed “BETRAYAL!!” and ran after both of them. Meanwhile, Uncle Rio clapped his hands. “Alright, little warriors and old wolves! Teams are set. Each family performs. The others guess. Wrong guesses equal pie. Three wrongs, and you pull from the Hat of Doom.”

“Mommy, can you ask Uncle Javier to stay? There’s this family game show that’s going to be on television tonight, and I’ve never played it before…” Sara’s voice grew softer and softer, as she was obviously feeling a little aggrieved. This caused Mei to feel very guilty. Thus, she looked at Javier in embarrassment. “Mr. Kersey…” Mei did not know what she could say at that moment. She was actually about to invite the son of the great Kersey Family to stay and play a family game, which left Mei feeling very embarrassed. Especially since such a game would usually be designed for an entire family, which also meant that it would involve a child and her parents.

When we arrived outside the house, the divorce attorney was already there with drafted divorce papers. With the front door open, we crowded into the small house. While Keith was shocked, Whitney, who was cradling the baby, was startled by the commotion. “What are you doing, Naomi? What’s the meaning of this?” As always, Whitney grilled me. Judging by the look on her face, she had no idea that I knew the family’s dirty little secret. “What’s this, babe?” Keith’s quiet charm made me sick to my stomach. At least, we would have nothing to do with each other after today. I closed my eyes.

familiar. Like... coming home? "Everyone, calm down." A man and a woman stepped out from the crowd. The woman had dazzling blonde hair, and the man was built like a tank. Both wore the confident smiles of seasoned players. "I'm Jessica, and this is my partner, Brad. We're veterans at this. Stick with us, and we'll get you through it." Jessica's voice was gentle, like she was calming a frightened animal. "A game?" a woman dressed as a nun asked.

That did little to ease me, but I plastered an innocent smile on my face and clung closer to him, might as well start the acting now. Once we reached the “throne” room, Brad sat down and pulled me onto his laugh. I let out a squeak and a giggle. The kind of fake sweet giggle that would usually have me rolling my eyes, but I had to play this just right. I asked to see his home but I guess that was a little too forward, because Brad mumbled an apology and said maybe later. I couldn’t find a trace of any wolves at the house. I was here because there is an unusually high amount of rogues in the area and it is believed that this bear gang is working with them. Why they would be working together i

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"I heard about the family game night this weekend." My stomach dropped slightly but I kept my expression neutral. "From who?" "Does it matter?" He pulled out his phone and started scrolling. "Half your family posted photos on social media. I've been seeing them all morning." He turned his phone toward me and I saw exactly what he was talking about. Photo after photo from Saturday night. Me and Anastasia laughing during charades. Our heads bent together over a Scrabble board. My arm around her shoulders by the fireplace. Her hand in mine during Pictionary.

After she introduced me to her family and we endured an eight-course meal, including a barrage of family stories designed mostly to embarrass Kimbra, we tried to excuse ourselves, claiming we were tired from work and the trip. Kimbra's grandma, Helen, wouldn't hear of it. She insisted the entire family gather in the kitchen and play five-card stud and seven-card draw. Thank God we were only playing for pennies, otherwise the woman would have taken my company and my penthouse. Kimbra wasn't kidding when she said her grandma was ruthless. She's also hilarious. I can't remember when I laughed as much. Once we were finally alone in her little girly room, I found myself enthralled.

yes, we will have a game. in this game, you have to listen to my words, only. No skipping. No police. No calls. No message. No passing information. No one should know about this game even your family shouldn't know about it. if I came to know you told out. you will see the real consequences. In this game, you and I will be playing. if you obeyed me. the game will be ended by today or else it will continue. Now, .........THE GAME BEGINS...........

“Do I have a choice?” “Nope,” Julia replied, grabbing Emma’s arm and pulling her toward the game table. The family gathered around the table, a stack of board games and card games in the center. Ethan acted as the self-appointed referee, explaining the rules with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Okay, first game: charades! Teams are random, and I’m picking them,” Ethan announced, casting a sly glance at Julia. “Team one: Dad and Emma!” Emma’s eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing. Alex, on the other hand, looked mildly amused. “Convenient,” he muttered, shooting a glance at Ethan, who feigned innocence.