The Games We Play Book Novels & Stories

For one, I was feeling quite dizzy and nauseous and I did have an idea of what it might be, but I wasn't sure though, so I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. Tony and Leo helped set the lights on the beach and the chairs were set out around a fireplace in the middle. The beers were placed by the side and someone was to be manning the grill while everyone ate; Tony and Leo, of course. Kai offered, but the boys turned it down, and we all faced Kim. "So what are the games we are going to be playing?" "Okay, so I prepared quite a number of games, but the two most interesting ones would be never have I ever and two truths and a lie."

"I raced drones. The reflexes from racing make piloting a mech easy. It's like a big game to me!" "Everything's a game to you, Kitt!" Alyx remarked, eliciting a round of chuckles from the table. "Alright, Alyx," Kedrick replied, "then it's your turn to play. Tell Dan here what you did to get so good with a long-range weapon." "Embroidery," Alyx replied. The table was silent.

I really need to get her alone so I can ask her some questions without her brothers getting defensive. After lunch the boys go and watch a soccer game on the couch. "So are you ready to answer some questions?" I ask as I sidle up to Delia who is helping me clean up. "Definitely," she says in a cheerful voice. Her mood has improved drastically since her brother's arrival. She is way happier now and so are her brothers. "How many rings did you make for them?"

Tobi said and being the stupid one. I just nodded, I don’t have an ounce of clue on what he’s talking about. What positions? Calvin’s jaw tightened, and Tobi seems to be having fun pissing him off. They left and sat at the corner of the place, Tobi and I continued eating. From time to time, I could feel Calvin stare at me, he’s doing it until we left the restaurant. I wanted to walk on the sand since I heard it’s good for blood circulation and Tobi gradually agreed.

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

Or at least, she would think that she did. Easy prey. But easy also isn’t fun. What is the point of playing a game if it isn’t fun? The reason I wanted her as the focus for this year’s games is because she has been unbreakable. The ultimate challenge. I like a good challenge. And a challenge isn’t a challenge if you know with certainty that you are going to win.

Katherine who couldn’t take the insults and questions thrown at her, got up and fought her way out of the church. I glanced at Rosy, who was seated quietly in her seat, watching silently with some cookies in her hand. I smiled at her and looked at the priest who was flushed with embarrassment. “I am sorry that this has to happen in your church, priest,” I said and the priest sighed out, narrowing his eyes. Games are played with tricks, and only the game planner can win the game no matter how many tricky ways or methods are devised for the game to be played. Games were created with tricks and one can only win a game with those same tricks.

And I was ready to play a game no one else could comprehend. Our story was unfolding. Layer by layer. Secret by secret. And I intended to write every single page with a precision that would make even the most calculating predators bow in respect. The game was changing. And I was its silent, most dangerous player.

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.

he muttered, trying hard to smile. Dinner was simple, but it tasted like a feast. We ate quietly and cleaned up together afterwards. “We should have some fun.. I mean… we shouldn't just sleep off… we could play some games… you know…” Travis pushed. “Oh… do you play games?” I asked, throwing my hair sideways. “Why not?” “What game can we possibly play…” “Chess” “Chess? That isn't a game for relaxation… It involves calculations…” I pouted. “I will teach you,”