The Wrong Game Novels & Stories

“Much.” Round after round, I kept getting details about her wrong, but she? She got every little detail about me right. And every time she got something right, I get less clothed until I was sitting there in nothing but my damn shorts while she was still fully dressed. I rubbed a hand down my face. “This game is rigged.” She laughed, standing up. “Or maybe you’re just bad at it.” She chimed in while I scowled. “I’m done.”

DIFFERENT AND DIFFICULT DREAMS Kimberlee wore the heels but couldn't get up. “C’mon doll, you can do it.” Kiki encouraged and she tried one more time but couldn't. “I don't think this is for me, these heels are too high.” Kim sadly sighed but Ana walked to her. “Don’t be deceived honey, heels are meant to be possessed, they are not made for you. So make it yours.” Kiki swayed his hips with the snap of his fingers.

An hour later Evelyn was walking down the alleyway leading to the underground gambling den. The alleyway was dark and narrow, the walls covered in graffiti and the ground littered with trash. A lone streetlight flickered at the end of the alley, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The sound of music and voices drifted from a door at the end of the alley, muffled but growing louder as she approached. A sense of foreboding filled the air, a feeling that something dangerous and illicit lay just beyond the door.

“But you’ll have to work for it.” Irene’s nails dug into her palm. “Fine. I’ll do anything.” May’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “How about this? If you drink this entire jar of wine and give us a little dance, I’ll make it five thousand.” Irene stared at the enormous jar. Laughter erupted around the table. “Scared?” May taunted. She raised an eyebrow, then smirked and pulled out a stack of cash. "Deal?” Irene grabbed the jar and started drinking.

’ he told himself repeatedly, grabbing the glass of water. ********** Days rolled by. The garden beside their mansion buzzed with kids having fun outside. “ Coming to Mirex for vacation is fun.” A pretty ten-year-old girl giggled. Tessa. She turned to her friends, all bubbling and chuckling. “ Let's be on the same thing, it'll be more fun, we'd win.” She giggled, grabbing another girl's hand and happily planning how to play the game. The game was about to start when she glanced up.

Five in a single day was pure fantasy. Sure enough, Poppy glared at them, her expression vicious. "What? Are you all trying to rebel now?" One of the senior salespeople, Thomas Campbell, stepped forward. "Maybe we should wait for the boss to come back and let him decide. You don't understand operations—what happens if something goes wrong?" Poppy folded her arms and looked at him with open disdain. "If you're incapable, just say so. The company doesn't keep useless people. If you can't meet the target, get out."

Lucas grinned. “Speed is therapeutic.” “Therapy would also work.” “That sounds poor.” I opened my mouth to argue, then suddenly froze. Oh no. “Oh no.” Lucas glanced sideways briefly. “What?” “My parole bracelet.” “What about it?” “I forgot it.” Silence. The Bugatti continued roaring down the road for another three seconds before Lucas turned slowly toward me. “You forgot your parole monitor?” “I forgot my parole monitor.” “You absolute fucking idiot!” “I got distracted!” “By what? The concept of employment?”

“So, I just came to tell you the truth. “Back then, both the Capello family and the Newman family said your marksmanship was the best. They said you were born to inherit that gun, the shooting range, and the entire family's weapons collection business. “But why should you? “I only casually mentioned that I liked that gun too, and Damien chose to look the other way while I destroyed your hand.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice until it brushed past my ear like a snake’s hiss. “It’s a pity that I didn’t go far enough that time. Your wrist was still saved. But Damien had the doctors delay the best treatment window and deliberately changed the treatment plan. Your bones healed out of place,

Koishi asked, looking down at the girl with his hand extended towards her, just to stop seeing the dialogue box glitching. Do you want re ti? YE0-S or No YES ERROR file corrupted DO yYou Want to Retry? YES Or NO YES ERROR file not found! "Why is it showing an error? Has it never happened before? The fuck is wrong with his game" clicking over the hologram, again and again, grinning her teeth together. Getting on her feet on her own, feet with a confused look on her face. 'Error? How can there be an error here ugh I wish along with being the illustrator I had some information about the error that was happening'

I should not have agreed to come. I want to go home already. "Let's play a game, guys," Wesley speaks up, gaining our attention. "Never Have I Ever." Wesley carefully states the rules of the game, which everyone agrees to. Well, I don’t like this at all. I make an effort to bypass it, not to play, yet it is futile. "If she's too shy to play, then why come?" Abaddon’s voice is filled with hate, laced at me. "I'll play," I retort.