The Status Game Novels & Stories

“Checkmate” My eyes roamed the table, feasting on the reactions of the men sitting around me. One is Carter, the other is Jenkins. Yeah, I'm not letting this go. Caleb sent me their information this morning, these fuckers like to play Card games. Somehow, I'm in the hood with them. Lee is with Caleb presently, probably speaking with his friends. The kids are still there. I'll head there when I'm done here. “Checkmate is when you win a chess game” one of the men muttered

Alpha Leo’s POV She looked at me with confusion in her eyes. She couldn't believe what I said for a moment as her mouth opened and closed on its own. “What… What was the meaning of what you just said? Games and rules? Why would an Alpha play games in his mansion? Are you going to create some gaming stations in the mansion where you and I will be playing games?” She asked, feigning ignorance, but it was clear to me that she knew that wasn't what I meant.

Alice the speaker adjacent to the stage was so loud that it hurt Alice’s ears. The host said with excitement, “OK, let the game begin! The game requires two persons to stand together, with one holding the other. But the person being held is not allowed to touch the ground! Also, no two groups can have the same posture! If a group can’t think of a new posture, it will be eliminated. The group that holds on to the end is the winner!” After hearing the host’s words, Alice became embarrassed. Then she turned away and glared at Zayden.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

The next morning, Gregory and Craig had dressed up, and entered the living room, they heard Jane and Zoe talking about the game "Can you imagine, after she said she is not interested in the game now she wants to dive into it and they said that, if you win, you go on a date with the winner and if you lose you go on a date with the loser, you don't change your partner has a winner?" "What? What is even wrong with the low-life prostitute?" Jane said

“Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductions of people, I mean with the vast majority of people playing this so-called game. There should have been such news. Which only means it’s all false. The game might be real but those rumors following it are simpl

“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.

Gabriel POV I blink. How on earth does she know that? And as if she can read my mind, she splashes some water on me. "It's easy to read you, Gabriel. Let's start the game." Last time I checked, I'm an excellent poker player. I rub my face to clean my head from 'inappropriate fantasy' like she said. "Okay. What do you want to play?" "The game is called past tense." "Past tense?" "Yes. We're going to talk about our past. So it's called past tense."

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?] I smiled. [Mark, you’re always welcome.]