The Wrong Game Novels & Stories

"Let's play a game! " "Pffff! Another one?! That's enough game for tonight! " "Don't you want to get the answers of your questions? " "What's the rules?" " So it's a neither YES nor NO game, you know how it works ,right?" "Yes this one's easy! " "Haha! " "Why are you laughing?" "However ,there's a slightly sour note! " "Oh no! " "Oh yes ! Haaha! " "What is it then..pfffff...i'm tired if these sour notes! "

Both women moved a little closer to Marilyn without making it obvious, their bodies tense and ready. Marilyn, however, did not step back. She looked at Sarah with quiet confusion, then mild irritation, because she honestly had no idea what game the woman was playing. “I think,” Sarah said again, her voice soft enough to sound polite, “you’re at the wrong engagement.” Marilyn blinked once. “Excuse me?” Sarah smiled wider, the expression carefully crafted to appear concerned. “This is a private event. I’m sure you understand that not everyone can just walk into a place like this because they managed to get dressed nicely.”

For some reason, a wave of unease crept over me. I called Scott Shaw. It rang for a while before he finally picked up. There was a lot of background noise on his end. "Hey, honey? Why are you calling right now? I’m about to head into a meeting." Scott’s voice sounded as gentle as ever. "Did you grab the wrong school card last night—the one you left by the door?" I asked casually, "Emma tried scanning it, and it showed a kid named Gabriel Cooper."

He wanted Jeremy to concentrate on the game and forget about all the painful memories. Both of them were brilliant chess players. Jeremy’s attention was completely shifted to the game in no time. His mood was getting better too. In the end, he was defeated by Stanley. He shook his head helplessly. “Sigh… I made a mistake just now… Life is just like a game of chess, isn’t it? A wrong move can lead to one’s failure… I’m the best example…” If he had not met the wrong person, he would not have ended up like this.

It was close enough that every person in the hall accepted it without question. I did not accept it. I said nothing. "Game Three begins in four minutes," the voice crawled continually. "No rest period. The game is called Dead Weight. Each player will be assigned a partner by the system. If your partner dies during the game, you lose two lives. If you cut the chain yourself, you will be executed immediately… No exceptions." The screens on every wall lit up simultaneously. A list of names in paired columns scrolled until it stopped. I found my name on the left side.

Kailangan mautak ka, kung hindi, baka maunahan ka. You have to fight in order to win. If you don't, you'll die, as simple as that. That is the game of life, and we are the players. We hold our fate. And in this game, make one wrong move. Even make that slightest mistake, and you are out. Pop, like a bursting bubble. “Sit down and play wise gentlemen. I hope you brought luck with you because you are gonna need it. Get ready to draw your cards. Let the games, begin!”

“We all count and skip any number with 3-6-9. We’ll clap instead. That’s it, right?” “Yep. Let’s play!” And everyone put on their game face, sniggering and cheering every time someone made a mistake. Not long after, almost all on the table have their own share of the mishap. Half of them were already tipsy. “Let’s move on to the next game. It’s called the Image game.” Kwanghee yelled. “Whoever you think fits the statement, you’ll point your fingers at them. The one who gets the most votes has to drink.”

That evening, alone again in the penthouse, Luca scrolled aimlessly through his texts. There were dozens. Investors. Journalists. Family. Staff. But the thread he kept going back to was one with only three words in it. “I’m sorry.” Still unread. Still unanswered. He typed something. Deleted it. Typed again. I made a mistake. You didn’t deserve that. I can’t stop thinking about you. He didn’t send it. Instead, he closed the thread and threw the phone across the room. It bounced off the couch and hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Quickly put it down, you already put this one down, I have the right to take it." "No, I don't know the rules of the game, this time it doesn't count." Eric was about to take the piece of wood from Hanas's hand but he took it back and laughed it off. Moris suppressed his emotions not to peek at his brother's cards, and Nathan couldn't peek at Eric's cards either. When asked Eric to repeat the rules of the game, and he had to say the rules again. If there is still a mistake, the game will be played without any errors, Eric lets Henry play instead. Hanas didn't give up until he ran out of money and was pushed out by Code, then sadly ran over to Eric's place to watch them play.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!