The Status Game Novels & Stories

At one point, Montez leaned subtly toward her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Why does he look at you like that?” Her breath caught. “You’re imagining things.” But Montez’s hand tightened over hers beneath the table, his suspicion unrelenting. Yanov raised his glass. “To partnerships,” he said. “Old and new.” Crystal clinked around the table. But when Yanov’s gaze locked with Amira’s across the rim of his glass, the message in his eyes was unmistakable. Amira’s stomach knotted as she forced herself to sip her wine. They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

, he replied without hesitation and sat upright, getting all excited. " Now let's play", he said and joined them in playing the game. Slowly, the intensity of the table drew people closer to watch; after playing a a few games, Christian became the king of the table, sitting back and watching them all tensed, up, trying to win the game and get the money. Blinded by his desire and greediness, Durbar had no idea how much of a debt he was in until his partner won the last game. He hit his head hard on the table looking extremely frustrated. The man who won the game turned to Christian giggling,

“What’s happening? I thought the game wasn't supposed to start until I was ready.” I called out in a panic stricken voice. My fingers trembled. The trainer turned to Darius's corner as if waiting for validation. I darted my gaze at him and just as it hit him, he met it with a dark gleam in his eyes. He nodded. Just then, the trainer's voice revved through the air. “Once one of the players gets into their apparel,the game starts. Sadly Andrea, the game has already begun. The person who first hits three successful strikes wins. And the loser, if it's you, fails and loses their shot at ever joining the team.”

Some girls wink, others lean forward, eyes hungry, hoping it lands on them. The air becomes thick. What kind of game is this? The rules clearly state it doesn’t matter what your relationship status i — you must do as told, or buy the bride-to-be an expensive piece of jewelry. I wonder who he’s going to kiss. This is fun. His eyes glow faintly as he cocks his head, and the ball shifts direction—sliding away from the tall, beautiful woman it was headed toward, rolling straight to my side. And his expression softens.

Now that I had confronted her and reminded everyone of her vile act, Whitney could no longer hold her head up in public. As she walked past me, she huffed, "I'll be honest with you, Ingrid. I want Samuel, and I will have him." I shrugged nonchalantly and quipped, "Do as you please." The banquet drew to an end without any other issues. After I finalized the partnership with Melvin, Neil helped me see him out. I was planning to book a room on the top floor to get some rest when a waiter approached me with a small card. "A gentleman requests your presence, Ms. Sutherland."

When she reached the stage, she stood behind him afraid of those eyes. "Nate, why didn't you tell me you're coming up?" "Didn't you want to play?" He replied and was glad that she was using him as her defence. "Seems like she's the why type. Happy Birthday. The game is simple. You'll each be given two cards. A blue and a red one. The blue resembles female while red resembles the male. When a question is asked and the answer is the lady, raise the blue card and if the answer is the male, raise the red one. Do you need time to consult each other?" The blond guys told them the rules.

After much thinking and planning, they resorted to leaving the country the following Monday, that is two days after that day. “Fuck this man!” Brandon yanked as Cynthia fired back in the last of his ten tokens the fifth time. He was seated on a metal chair with his shirt by his waist. Cynthia was seated on another chair directly facing Bran and they had a table in their midst where they placed their cards. Jake was seated on another chair, watching and giving commentaries like a professional. He had already gone on several rounds of the game with Cynthia and they ended up with a draw in scores. This particular set with Brandon and Cynthia was tied now, they both had one token left in each pl

Anika Hart took a step back, wineglass in hand, and looked around the crowded ballroom. The fund-raiser was intended to be more fun than business, yet business was on her competitors' minds. Casper Sullivan stood in the middle of a large crowd across the room. He appeared at ease, as if he was in his environment, with an easy smile. It should be illegal for a man to be that attractive. Anika loved a man who was sure of himself. Given the long, probing stares they'd exchanged in recent weeks, she'd be a fool not to consider where things may go, if only he wasn't a potential customer. She was desperate to land this client.

Reena internally screamed. “Want to play a game?” That same smooth voice sounded from the far corner of the room, where the shadows were thickest and its sinful whispers loudest. “A game? What game?” Reena tried to ask calmly, but the alarm bells were going off. Everything was wrong with this situation, this was not how this encounter was supposed to go. “Tsk, how boring.” The voice purred again, only this time it was laced with disappointment. “No matter, the game is already afoot, it would be impossible to stop it now.”

I playfully glared at my cousin, “not everyone will accidentally meet the love of their life through a one night stand like you and don’t forget, I’m still married,” Olivia sneered, “I can’t believe you are loyal to the man who wants to kill you,” “I’m not loyal, I’m just trying to stay healthy,” “Why do I feel like you are indirectly bashing me,” Olivia said, she stared at me with narrowed eyes. I laughed, “you really should quit thinking too much, I'm not bashing you, if we were just engaged and I was healthy I would probably have a one night stand and don’t forget, I don’t have the stamina for those type of activities,”