The Game Novels & Stories

"This was a test, and you failed. So it really is about money with you, huh?" I felt nothing. My reply was calm and flat. "When are you giving back my money?" He exploded, sending a sixty-second voice rant, "Lila! Does it say anywhere that money was yours? What proof do you have that I was spending your allowance?" I didn’t even hesitate. Within a second, I unlinked his family card, then changed both my phone payment password and lock screen password. That sent him spiraling. "Lila! Why’d you remove the card? Without it, how am I supposed to survive? If I starve to death, you’ll be a murderer."

Kat snapped from where she sat beside me. This time the three of us let out long dramatic gasps. We were seated at a booth in Chris' mother's bakery playing a card game that Chris had introduced to us. It was called 'the Resistance'. It was basically a strategy based game where you had to identify who the spy was in the game. And so far, my money was on my dearest boyfriend. Roman and I had been hooked from the beginning but Kat honestly just thought the game was a waste of time. We didn't care, we made her play anyway.

" What game ? I am not into your shitty games, Phet." " It's not shitty. I and Dae play this often to decide who will pay the bill. Anyway we are simply sitting here, right ? Let's play this until our order comes." " Oh..this kid ! Okay what game ?", Oak asked. " Blink game. Blink the eye game. We should stare into each other's eyes. The one who first blinks their eyes loses." " No no. I am not playing.", Oak immediately shook his head. " Why are you like this ?", Phet pouted looking at Oak and then crossed his arms.

“What? Is there more?” Vincenzo stepped closer, crowding my space, heat rolling off him. “We’ve got one last thing, princess. A game.” My brows lifted. Curiosity—and something hotter—sparked. “Okay… what kind of game?” Valentino’s fingers brushed my hip through the shift—light, electric. “It’s called Catch the Rabbit.” Lorenzo leaned in, breath hot against my ear.

"So your fianceè is innocent after all, Knox. Still, this won't be forgotten so easily." I remembered my earlier words to her. I felt guilty somehow, but the damage is already done. The last game started and this time, we were allowed to shift to our wolf form. It was a different game and I listened to Wolfric's explanation before we entered the arena. "This game is called 'Catching a beast'. The remaining players would be catching rogues that will be released once you are all inside. In order to win this round, you need to capture at least two of them... alive."

“What do you think that means, Sie? The game?” “Oh, I didn’t tell you? They have the instructions and details written on the back. Silly of me.” “Do they really!” Paige cried. Sienna already had one hand upon her hip, with her head cocked to one side in a contemptuous manner. “No, Paigey, no they didn’t. How would I know what THE GAME is! We just got this note together.” “Yeah, I suppose so... But if you get to play with him then I bet you’re pretty anxious!” Paige said, giving Sienna a nudge in the ribs.

Then Natasha’s voice cuts through my tortured thoughts. “The first game is called…” she pauses, her grin so wide it could swallow the sun, “…The Strongest Ass.” The strongest… what? My brain tries to process this. Oh God, please tell me it’s not what I think it is. She smiles, waving her hands as if she’s conducting an orchestra of chaos. “This game is simple. If the person you’re rooting for has a strong ass that can break iron, he will win!” The crowd erupts…cheering, clapping, shouting. I clutch my head. Everyone here is insane.

“Relationship counseling, carnival‑style.” “The Game does love its themes,” Corvin said grimly. Grant stepped forward, scanning the smaller text that flickered in and out beneath the main rules—a scrolling procession of half‑glitched symbols that refused to stay readable for more than a second at a time. “Does it say how many it’ll take per round?” he asked. Before anyone could answer, the answer made itself clear. A soft chime rang out, echoing weirdly over the water. The lowered gondola’s threshold flared with ghost‑light, stretching out across the boardwalk like invisible feelers.

She attached the Pendrive on the big screen and started showing the demo of the game. "So, this is 'Choc Hunters'. The specialty of the game is, it has both vehicle racing and fighting. It will start with a race, one can choose any vehicle they want. However, they cannot change the vehicle once the game begins," explained Diva. "Wouldn't someone get bored by one vehicle for the entire game?" asked Monica, the MD of the Kiwi Inc.

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