7 Minutes In Hell Game Novels & Stories

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

“I am fine.” Ryan’s friend, Carter, spoke up when we all sat in the circle in one of the guest rooms and explained that the game would be the truth, dare and seven minutes in heaven. If the person didn’t want to answer the truth or complete the dare, then they had to go with the chosen person in a room for seven minutes. I was interested, but Ethan wasn’t, so he sat behind me on the couch and observed the game.

If hell exists, there’s an inferno waiting for me. I swerve around a pothole on the blacktop. In less than fifteen minutes, all hell will break loose. I survived seven years in prison, but my chances of surviving what’s next are about nil. The men riding behind me know what we’re heading into and, like me, they’re ready to die.

I groaned wearily from where I crouched, my tongue now burning with the bitterness of my own vomit. A huge timer silently jutted out of the wall, the clock reading ten minutes. “Moving on players; To test your speed and agility, you all are required to cross the bridge that leads to the game arena. Time limit: Ten minutes. Consequences: failure to get to the edge before the time elapses, the bridge retracts and you fall to your death” Those hordes of blood-sucking monsters. I gasped silently. The voice continued. “The building blows up once the timer goes off. Whatever way you die is a win in our realm. Survive or die trying”

He approached her and crouched down to her level. Rayleigh glared at him. The drool from the Scout Demon streamed down her arm and her shirt tore in multiple places. "Where did you bring me?" She demanded of him. "Oh honey, if you couldn't tell already." He smirked at her as he reached across and grabbed a few strands of her hair between his fingers. "You're in Hell." Her eyes darkened. "That much is obvious, dumbass. Which Hell?"

Later, I'd forgotten about it because I'd been too busy with work. Now that I remembered its existence, I was infinitely relieved that I'd installed it. I immediately checked my phone to look at the footage, starting from ten minutes ago. The first thing I heard when I started playing the footage was Elaine's agonized cries. "It hurts, Dad! Please stop hitting me!" My heart twisted painfully when I heard that. From the video, I saw Harvey's attitude do a 180-degree turn once he set his phone down. He'd sung Elaine's praises when sending me the photo, but he immediately turned and kicked her in the chest after throwing his phone aside.

Windows tinted. Her phone buzzed with a message. Dante: Get in. Her pulse skipped. She could’ve ignored it, walked away. But she didn’t. Because this was the game. And if she wanted to win, she had to play. The car drove her across the city, weaving through traffic until it stopped in front of a building she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a restaurant. It wasn’t an office. The glass façade gleamed with understated luxury, the kind that didn’t advertise but commanded.

“There is no way you‘re going there yourself.” “The location, Melvin.” “Sure…sure. No one in this world surprises me more than you do, boss.” He quizzed. "Haven hotel. 340 Sand Hill. Time 9 pm. Room 1001. She had also planned to record the scene and put up the video as a leaked video later." Instantly, he gave all the information to me. "Interesting," I muttered, processing the information. "Let's see who enjoys this game more." I mused.

Knowing that it took someone very special to love… Hell’s Angel!

Just when everyone thought Jason would surrender, he rushed to the window and jumped out, dragging Jean after him. With a loud bang, the bomb exploded in mid-air, turning both of them to ash. … In the Underworld, I clutched my ticket and waited for my number to be called. Beside me, the elevator leading to the Fields of Punishment arrived. The doors slid open. I watched as two familiar figures were dragged into the elevator by the guards. I could hear Jason mumbling, "Will I see Chelsea in my next life?" All he got in reply was silence.