This Is A Game Of Concentration Novels & Stories

Jason and Christopher are also seated. And Christopher's girl is nowhere in sight. Not surprising!!! "Who knows? You might get to kiss a hot guy," Brooke whispers in Steph's ear. Stephanie glares at her and crosses her free hand. Please dear bottle, don't point at me at all, she prays in her head. Nobody must notice her. A random guy spins the bottle and the game begins. They've gone for six rounds now and Stephanie's fingers are still crossed. Christopher grabs the bottle next and spins it. Stephanie doesn't really pay attention as before.

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

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.

Jacob turned and vanished back into the crowd as swiftly as he'd approached. Anika sipped her wine and pretended to be unconcerned as she felt Casper approach in. It was impossible to overlook him. When he was near, her body seemed to heat up. And his scent. Despite the noise and bustle of the busy room and the blend of so many feminine scents, she could detect his distinct scent. Rough. Masculine and tantalizingly seductive. It made no sense to her, but she was sensitive to it. "Anika," he whispered.

She asked curiously, and he nodded. "I forgot to tell you the rules," he muttered, his frown deepening as if he had committed a grave offence. The Time Keeper’s eyes narrowed, the silver orbs shimmering like moons caught in a storm. His tone was grave as he responded, “Rules are the foundation of this arrangement, Alessia. Break them, and you may lose your chance to return entirely.” Alessia straightened, clutching the bracelet on her wrist. "What rules?" she asked cautiously, her unease growing with every passing second.

"This game is called 'Make My Heart Race'." There are two chairs with a small round table in the middle. Each side had a paper and in front of the set up is a TV screen showing white background that is divided into two. What caught my attention was the long table where there are pies. And I'm guessing it's for punishment. The other table is a set of delicious meals and desserts which I'm guessing is the reward.

The forest blanketed in thick shadow had fallen eerily silent over the last thirty minutes as if it waited with bated breath to crown the victor of our first game. We had run laps around the area to throw off the two participants in tonight's game. If they were tracking my prints, they were going nowhere slowly. And, if they were tracking my scent, it would take them a while to realize I had planted my scent in almost every direction I could in thirty minutes with the help of Denver.

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.

"It’s easy, I’ll show you." his youthful face lighting up with excitement. He explained that the game was a blend of strategy and magic. You start by tossing the stones into the air, instead of falling, they hover in a suspended grid, dividing themselves into colors for each player. The goal was to move your colored stones around your opponent's pieces. If you positioned yours correctly, you could trigger a chain reaction, forcing their stones to "flip" and match your color. "The one whose color dominates when the time runs out and the stones fall... wins," Monty explained, his fingers already dancing in the air to demonstrate. I took a deep breath, watching the crimson and violet lights pul

“What? Is there more?” Vincenzo stepped closer, crowding my space, heat rolling off him. “We’ve got one last thing, princess. A game.” My brows lifted. Curiosity—and something hotter—sparked. “Okay… what kind of game?” Valentino’s fingers brushed my hip through the shift—light, electric. “It’s called Catch the Rabbit.” Lorenzo leaned in, breath hot against my ear.