A Dark Room Browser Game Novels & Stories

I'm going to remove the blindfold now, and don't you dare ever think you could outsmart me, won't allow this to happen. He removed the blindfold from my eyes, it was blurry at first and now it was Ok, the house was big and spacious, it was beautiful and dangling I can't the place to my, it was hard choosing the one that is cooler between him and Damon, but that not the point now I need to escape this hell loop if I don't want anything to happen, cause I can't live if this man ever touches me, the guilt am going to felt is not of this world.

[A/N:- This chapter is exclusively for the Beauty 'DUA' and the BEAST 'ARIN' from another dimension. What happens if they meet before the tragedy or Dua never falls into the Dark World or never gets reborn but simply clashes with ARIN KASHYAP, makes him insane for her, and gets married to him? Let's read now] DUARIN:- Shades Of LOVE 1} (MATURE Content 18+) ARIN KASHYAP's POV:-

I'd prefer they didn't, too. I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom and threw my duffle bag right there behind the door. My room was large ,painted dark green and white. I had so many different wallpapers plastered all over my walls. My favorite one was the one of a gorgeous Puerto Rican girl in a sexy white bikini set. My dad asked me to remove it so many times, but I haven't done that. And I would never do it.

“How are we supposed to play in here when the room is very dark and the neon lights are the only thing that made me interested. In fact, I can’t even see where the freak are we gonna play as all I see is darkness and a spacious room and these goddamn neon lights!” She could feel Denver’s warm laugh by her ears. He hasn’t yet let go of her arm. “This room is not really a game room, sweetie. The golf is not the main show here. It’s the darkness and the light. That’s why I call it as ‘The Neon Room’, not the golf room…” Wisdom faced him and caressed his stubble. “Is this some kind of your erotic room where you only tend to bring your women and gaze them for as along as you want and the ‘golf’ t

Then, the speakers above us buzzed with static. "Welcome, players, to The Judgment Chamber. There will be five rounds in this game. One player will be eliminated each round. The final surviving player will be the winner. "The rules are simple. Each player will state the crime they committed, no matter how big or small. But remember, do not lie. After all six of you speak, you will vote. The one with the most votes will be eliminated. "The game starts now." As the voice faded, a ten-minute countdown appeared on the wall.

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

Godvric mumbled and kept track of all the bidders. The dark web is a website where only the black market frequenters and the underworld members were allowed to bid for something important and dangerous including weapons and Nikes... All they have to do is organize an auction as a Decoy to the outside world, to keep them from finding out about their little dangerous business... "Let them bid... Only bid when there's a painting of a river and a peach tree up for bidding.. that's our target..." Xavier simply said and sipped his wine quietly..

I was poisoned with wolfsbane by my destined mate's side chick. Woke up in a whole new world. Before I could figure out what was going on, a creepy voice dropped into my head: [Welcome to the Dark Citadel.] [Survive seven days in the castle to clear the game.] [Initial players: 30. Current players: 30.] [Have a great game.] The voice vanished. We were all just standing there, thirty strangers in some dramatic-looking grand hall.

She moved quickly, her instinct taking over, her fingers flying, she masked her IP, rerouted her connection, triple-checked the firewall. Only then did she log in. OBSIDIAN_13 Online. One by one, usernames began to appear. First, it was NYX, then Ralph, and seven others. Making them ten players. A full lobby. The chat exploded almost instantly. Chat: WAIT—OBSIDIAN_13?? Chat: Isn’t that NULLWRAITH’s alt? Chat: Nah, NULLWRAITH doesn’t play open lobbies. Chat: Math check—OBSIDIAN = black stone. NULLWRAITH = ghost. Darkness theme?

A small silver plaque on the wall read *Velvet Room*. Curiosity and leftover heat from Rowan’s fingers won out. Inside, the lighting was low and intimate. Deep green velvet covered the walls and draped from the ceiling in heavy folds, swallowing sound and creating intimate pockets of shadow. Low couches and wide ottomans were arranged in loose circles. A dozen or so masked guests moved in the space—some talking in hushed voices, others already entangled. The game happening in the center was simple and filthy: blind man’s bluff with a twist. One person blindfolded, hands only, while the others offered themselves to be explored.