The Wrong Game Novels & Stories

A lady dressed in a crimson dress stepped onto the raised platform, with a wicked smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, “ she purred. “Tonight ,as always, we host our auction. Subs and doms, bidders and the brave–let the games begin.” I felt the knot in my stomach drop. I turned sharply to Vivian. “What the fuck are they auctioning?” “Like I said earlier, calm down. It's harmless. People volunteer, while others bid. It's just a game.” I shook my head violently. “ Absolutely not. I am not volunteering.”

After a few jokes from Albert, the games began. Three couples were on stage—one dating, one married, and one secretly married. The first game was balloon popping. The men had to lift the women by their thighs and jump up while the women tried to pop the balloons above their heads with their hands. Albert announced, "The winning couple gets a free television as a reward, and the losers will be punished. Begin!" Phoebe was agile because she was skilled in taekwondo, judo, and boxing. Cole was strong too. They worked seamlessly together. They popped most of the balloons above their heads in no time.

She stared at the woman on the ground, fury practically burning in her eyes. The next second, the Queen grabbed the untouched wedding wine from the table and splashed it across Ann's face. "Aah!" Ann instinctively raised a hand to block it. However, the hand she raised without thinking was still her dominant right hand. At that moment, every last chance for denial disappeared completely. The Queen swayed violently, nearly collapsing where she stood. Fortunately, the maids beside her hurried to support her. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the King slowly closed his eyes.

At that point it was becoming difficult. “We are too strong to be together. Our wolves are both alphas and would be too powerful together. Other packs would not allow us to rule together. They would not allow that much power to belong to one pack.” I had done it, I just knew this was the point that proved he had to be wrong. Plus I think I would know if we were mates. I did not belong to Drake. I did not love him, in fact, I hated him. He had humiliated me and hurt me. I only came back to my ranch and to play a little game with him. I wanted to hurt him, to break his heart. I wanted him to want to have sex with me, to fall in love with me, not mate or mark me. Those things were permanent. I

I was in the wrong game? This was a horror game, not an otome romance? In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.

He looked at Jon without interest. “I was wondering if you could order a game for me or if you knew the company that put it out. It’s called Dark Dungeons.” “It’s one of them weird ones like Dungeons and Dragons.” “Yeah.” With a sigh, the old man pulled out a mammoth catalogue and flipped through it. “Got a card game called Dark Cults.” “That’s not it.” “Then I can’t help you.” “You have no information on it?” The old man stabbed at the catalogue with an irritated finger. “It’s not in the book!”

Looking all serious and fired up like they were battling for their lives. A deck of cards was brought out and the young man shuffled through. I thought it was Blackjack or a game of Spades but I was wrong. It was an entirely different game, one I had never seen before, it read, “Merger and Acquisition.” “What kind of game is this?" I thought again inwardly. The lady spoke after, saying, “Anyone who chooses to leave can do so in the next five minutes before the game begins.”

The Carcassonne killer. “Cole,” he growled, “are you laughing at me?” “Who me? Never.” She bit her lip unconvincingly and hoped for later retribution. “You know,” Hazel said, “we should harness Aiden’s power for good and play something cooperative.” They settled on Forbidden Desert—a surprisingly hard-core game for eight-year-olds about repairing a dirigible before dying of thirst or getting buried in sand. Humiliatingly, they tended to get their arses handed to them a lot when they played.

~ Mia ~ Hazel, Jabrel, Anisel, Matthew, and I were playing board games in the living area. “You are cheating!” Hazel said as she punched him gently. “No, I am not. I swear you owe me money for landing on my square.” He grinned. “How? When did you own it?” Those two began to fuss about the stupid square. As for me, I was counting money until something covered it. Anisel’s hand pressed against mine and revealed a note. I knew Matthew had seen it because his expression said it all. He got up from his chair and accused Anisel of being sneaky, which he was right. Anisel rolled his eyes and said he didn't know what it said. It could be about his zipper that keeps falling. Matthew’s face turne

"What's going on, Remi?" "On the day of the launch, a game came out one hour before ours. The core code was precisely the same as the last changes I made. We canceled the livestream to avoid being accused of copying." Remi looked at their faces calmly. "I've been keeping an eye on this fake. Sometimes their bug solutions are quick, sometimes they're slow, and a lot of the time they're wrong. They don't completely understand the game. But a quick fix every now and then shows that someone knows the basics well.”