The Game Is Life Novels & Stories

She immediately let go of the older woman's arm and took a step back when Leah looked at her offended. "I'm so sorry I did that-but, please. D-don't smoke. It's bad for your health", Kitty said, blushing; the older woman's face softened. "I know it isn't my place to intrude in your life, but what would your family-" Leah smiled, "What they don't know won't hurt them. Besides, it's just a game." "Men aren't the only ones allowed to play, Kitty." Confused, Kitty's brows furrowed. "I don't expect you to understand," Leah sighed.

What if you didn't want it, but the urge was too strong, you lost control? In a game, there are rules to be followed. Consequences to be faced. And prizes to claim. But what if, your life is on the line? You have no more cards to play up your sleeve. You have no choice but to... bet your own life. Are you still willing to continue? Are you brave enough to find out the truth? Are you hungry enough to ask for more?

(Bright’s POV) This Hunting Game is brutal. It’s not just a friendly game where you try to run away from their tomato guns just so you don’t get eliminated from the game. This is an actual survival game. It’s about strategy, luck, and sometimes, betrayal. I’ve seen some of them that came in groups, but ended up shooting each other. I don't even know why I'm in this stupid thing, but here I am, running, dodging, and trying not to get caught by whatever insane rules they’ve set up.

What the…? She forced them out. “Sorry, everyone! Room's full!” someone announced. They expelled from the throng like vomit, with a gasp like they had been submerged underwater. Selena bent over panting, a hand to chest. “This way,” Clara could barely catch her breath. Selena's voice was soft and spent. “What game are we playing anyway” “The best…The Wolf's Game” Clara's eyes shone. “Trust me you'll love it. And a little something for a first time party popper like you” she nudged her elbow.

Her face drained of color, and she widened her distance from Lloyd. After taking a moment to compose herself, she put on a polite, professional smile and greeted Wendy. She said, “What a coincidence, Miss Clark!” Meanwhile, with mockery in his voice, Lloyd said theatrically, “No way, Lloyd. I can’t believe you’d actually go for Miss Clark!” He shook his head and sighed. “It’s just a game. Why are you taking it so seriously?” There was an underlying meaning in his eyes, and it made Wendy’s gaze turn dark.

He took out a small wire from his pocket and started tying Miranda’s hand at the back while making her knelt on the ground. “We are going to play a game.” BOOM My face paled when he spoke those words, A Game… A game of death. “This game is called Open and Alive…” He said with a slight hint of excitement in his voice. “The one whose eyes stayed open all the time will stay alive and the one who blinks… would die…” He spoke and I saw Miranda’s eyes widening in acknowledgment. “But… How would that be interesting, huh?” He looked at Miranda to me, “Hmmm…” He tapped his chin as though he was lost in thinking.

"The game of chess is not just any old board game but it is also the game of life. You can be represented as the king, all the others are the people around you. Check mate means game over in the game but check mate in real life means your life has come to an end..." BORING! Chess is the worst board game on earth, if you gonna play chess I'll consider you as one of those who exist and don't live.

Chapter 49: His Life Zaina’s POV In this world, life is like a game of survival. You need to be brave, wise, and strong to survive. The only difference between life and a real game is… once you die, it’s over. You can’t be resurrected. If you’re lucky enough to stay alive, then move forward and continue living in this chaotic and cruel world.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

I was going to intercept his shipments, turn his allies against him, and meet him on the battlefield of the underworld—and he wouldn't even know it was me until I was holding the knife to his throat. "Let the game begin, Kai," I whispered into the dark.