The Wrong Game Novels & Stories

They’re wrong. Because now? Now we’re playing back. And I don’t lose games like this. Not ever. Especially not when it involves her.

He is handsome, but a little bit weirdo. “If you don’t answer the question, you’ll get points,” Vincent warned. “Then G, am, em, d, c,” Slyvester tried. “You’re wrong,” Vincent responded. “Right or wrong, at least I answered!” Slyvester complained, pouting. “Nope. Only the right answer is valid.” Vincent lifted the corner of his lips. I think he is not interested in the game. He just wanted to see someone lose. “Argh, this is unfair,” Slyvester grunted. “Very unfair.”

Charles said with an eye roll. “Whatever,” Chris muttered, waving the comment off. “Anyway, I promised I’d reimburse the money you made her waste if she wins this game.” He started pacing again. “It’s boring as hell around here, so we’re playing the game.” Charles stared at him, a spark of understanding dawning on his face. He knew exactly which game Chris meant. It was the trick they had invented as kids, a game they called The Mirror Gamr. It was a game they had perfected since childhood, where they intentionally switched places, voices, and personalities to completely confuse people so they couldn’t tell them apart.

"What are the rules of the game because you are notorious for playing games that you can only play? I need to know what the rules of the game are now so that I can play the game fairly but in my case you can play the game fairly because you like games that you can only win . " "that is such a misconception I only play games that I like having fun in and the kind of games that are used to play or not as dangerous as the one that I'm stressing that we pay now so there different foods that you like and their difference is that I like that you don't like and vice versa also if you get an answer wrong about me you get to eat something that I like that you don't like. " "You have interesting choic

I said as I stuck my tongue out at him. I was right of course. I won and he shrugged his shoulders like it didn’t mean anything. He swore on the Moon Goddess that he let me win. As if I believed that for a second. I wanted to laugh. Right, that’s why he had to have the red gun. I swear, it didn’t matter how old men get, they will always be children when it comes to games. We moved on to a claw game. I sucked at these games, it was rigged. The animal was always too heavy to be picked up. It didn’t even lift an inch off the floor.

Then Natasha’s voice cuts through my tortured thoughts. “The first game is called…” she pauses, her grin so wide it could swallow the sun, “…The Strongest Ass.” The strongest… what? My brain tries to process this. Oh God, please tell me it’s not what I think it is. She smiles, waving her hands as if she’s conducting an orchestra of chaos. “This game is simple. If the person you’re rooting for has a strong ass that can break iron, he will win!” The crowd erupts…cheering, clapping, shouting. I clutch my head. Everyone here is insane.

This was insane… “The hell is that I want to have you. So… Get the fuck over this bullshit game of yours already and let us move on. Can you do that?” Tristan looked really dangerous suddenly. “I’m not playing. I’m not playing any game with you. What on earth is wrong with you?”

“Don't you f** stand there and say that to me, you already know what you did wrong so drop the act, the pretense game doesn't fit you at all” The pretense game, what game was she talking about? I haven't heard that before was it a popular game in her pack, where I'm coming from there was no such game. I run my hand through my head. Fury and frustration consume me, I have never been so angry in my entire life that I felt like troubling the woman that I was in love with. She was pissing me off by making all these remarks about me, and aside from that, she was giving me a hard time that I couldn't even think clearly. I can't do anything without wondering if I'm doing the right thing or not. I w

I said and they all agreed. Right now we are in Carson, playing Uno, a game that literally breaks your friendship. I know we are adults but we have nothing to do here except playing at this game, fortunately, Carson and Nate agreed to play even though it took time to convince him if he wins I would give him something in exchange which freaks me out, to be honest. I give out the cards again to them, hoping and begging for God to not let Nate win, he scares me out, to be honest, I sighed and put a card on the ground and we waited for Nelson to put a card since he won, lucky bastard.

“What game are you playing?” “No games.” Because I’m sick to death of games. I’m sick of pretending not to want what my soul needs. I stand straight, turning to her, and now there’s no missing my erection. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. “We both know what you were doing in here. And you were moaning my name while you did it.” “You’re crazy,” she whispers, shaking. “This is wrong.”