The Lemon Games Novels & Stories

Leon rolled his eyes before pulling out a fifty from his wallet. "Told you I could beat you," I said as I snatched the fifty-dollar bill in his hand. "What next?" I asked, waving the bill in front of his face. "Stacker," Leon said. We played as many arcade games as we could, making bets on every single one that we play. Of course, I won most of them, much to Leon's dismay. We decided to settle on the last game and I pointed over to the claw machine. There was a giant pug stuffed toy that I really want. Leon and I had two tokens in total so we can only try to get the toy twice.

Mouse adds coming inside the room, he open his arms for Liam who goes there running, those two are hitting it up right away, I think they are a perfect match. "You want to allow her to kill zombies?" Adam asks, what's a zombie. "Well, no. But I want her to try different games" daddy says before adding "Say good night moon Mia" "Good night moon" I say not thinking about it, he carries me back toward his room, no I don't want to sleep yet! "No sweep, no no no" I tell daddy refusing to be set down on the bed. "I'm giving you fifteen more minutes, you can play with my phone" daddy says handing me his phone, he got games for me! I start playing with the games forgetting all about Adam and Liam st

The guard said, taking his leave, whilst shutting the door. Rayne twitched as she saw him leave and she wondered why her father Alpha Fred summoned her. The incidence that got her banished from the palace was still fresh in her memory as she remembered vividly * * FLASHBACK * * * * Some few months ago * * The Lycan of the Maroon pack Rex Leonard has sent a proposal letter to the Alpha King of the Harrow pack telling him of his willingness to get mated to their Luna on the night they’d appear before the moon goddess.

Damien gestured with a flick of his hand. The room fell silent again. Emma hadn’t dared look up the entire time. When she heard the door close, she thought everything was over. But just as she lifted her eyes, she met the Boss’s gaze—he was staring at her. Emma immediately bowed her head again. Damien raised his eyebrow and turned to Hina. “Who is that? A new hire?” Hina didn’t dare hide anything from the Boss and truthfully replied, “She… she’s May Lee’s daughter. Her name is Emma Lee. Today is her first day… she’s a waitress, sir.”

Light, Lucan's daughter, caught my gaze, her eyes sparkling with curiosity before she looked away, her demeanor shy yet observant. As we settled in, the atmosphere in the room remained charged, the undercurrents of power and allegiance swirling beneath the surface. West's words hung in the air, a subtle reminder of the complex web of relationships between the packs. I leaned forward slightly, my senses on high alert, ready to pick up on any hint of deception or hidden agendas. The game of pack politics was delicate, and every word, every gesture, held significance.

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?”

That was two hours ago. Camo and Lem were huddled low in opposite ends of their foxhole, talking quietly to each other. Lem was absently fumbling with the Pistol Camo gave him earlier that day. He didn't need it anymore as one of the ammo runners had already stocked him up with a mags and a few grenades, but the small strange piece intrigued him nevertheless, playing with the secondary barrel and the slide.

The two of them headed to the house's gaming room. Inside, there were top-of-the-line gaming computers. Grace and Caleb started playing a tower defense game. The game was called "Legends of Triumph" and had nearly 800 million registered users worldwide. After playing only two rounds, they were thoroughly defeated by the opposing team. Grace, feeling defeated, slumped in her gaming chair. "Caleb, we're terrible. We need some help." "Okay, I'll arrange for some assistance right away."

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.