A Firelit Room Game Novels & Stories

"Anyways, I want you two to be ready. My roommate and I are going to get you guys around four. We are going to watch a game at campus. Tyler is playing." "Tyler? Your boyfriend?" “Yeah,” Maggie said. “My boyfriend.” I smiled. “Still weird hearing you say that.” She laughed. “Get used to it.” Before I could answer, I heard footsteps. I looked up and Zaire appeared in the kitchen doorway. He leaned against the frame with his hands in his pockets, pretending he was not listening. He was definitely listening. “So you and your roommate are coming at four?” “Yes.” "Alright." "Okay. I have to go, Seb. I'll see you guys later. And tell Zaire I said hi."

When he caught someone, then that someone cannot participate on the game anymore. Everyone thinks that this is very childish. However, they have no choice but to go on with this, or else, they might stay in this place forever. They hate that, and so does Brett. The games started with Brett wearing blindfold inside his living room. They can go anywhere except the owner’s room. ‘Should I start a rebellion and kill Chandler after this?’ is what going on Brett’s mind while waiting for his cue. “I will start counting from 1 to 130 seconds!” Brett announced. “But, remember this! Don’t you ever go and visit my room! It is located at the second floor, left side and third door. Okay?! I will start n

He stared at me for a long while before getting back up on his feet. A loud crack of thunder was heard outside the hut. The sky continued to rumble with thunder as we gazed greedily and lustfully at each other. … Neither one of us told anyone about our rendezvous in the hut that night. However, we had a nightly ritual now before going to bed every night. The chat window with my second number had now become a place for us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires. We kept video calling each other in secret at night as we vented out our school stress and turned it into sexual pleasure.

I've never really been here before so I don't know why she's smelt me. "My mate." I say with a grin, "he's actually upstairs in a meeting or something." I shrug casually. Mirabel nods her head and smiles. "Oh, that's nice. I haven't found mine yet." She motions for me to follow her into the next room. Two male wolves are playing an intense game of call-of-duty, but instantly their eyes snap to the two of us and their nostrils flare. I lift my eyebrow and give them a stern look, making them to quickly turn back to what they were initially doing. "This is the game room." Mirabel explains. The room is filled with different gaming systems and two large televisions on either side of the room.

“Boys, listen up. I will burn this room down if you don’t start fighting each other. Whoever stays alive at the end of the game will be allowed to leave the room freely. I will start counting from 1 to 10.” “Who are you?” one of the guys asked. “What the hell is going on? We didn't sign up for this kind of game!” The men grumbled in protest, annoyed that the mechanics of the game were changed abruptly, and they were not informed about it in advance. One guy moved towards the door. “I didn’t sign for this! I'm out of here!” But before he could touch the door knob, his body was already burning, devoured by flames and within a few seconds his body turned to ashes in front of the terrified men.

His long left leg bent up,his right leg flat, his gaze deepening as he looked at me. "I don't know." Just that one look made my body start to heat up. The game began. The room was dimly lit with only a warm yellow lamp. Liam's face was shadowed by his glasses. He rolled a "6", then rolled again, getting a "4". He landed on a yellow square. I flipped the card for that square, it said, "Get licked on the chest by A for 5 minutes." The game's roles were divided into female A and female B, male A and male B. Since I was the only girl, I took on both A and B roles. During the drawing of lots, Liam drew A, and Leander was B.

“You’ve earned it. Just don’t break anything this time.” “We make no promises,” Tyler said, grinning. ⸻ Later – The Games Room The royal games room buzzed with energy as the teens piled in. The walls were lined with polished wooden shelves, card tables, vintage arcade machines, and one long, sleek table for tower challenges — their favorite game, which involved stacking enchanted rune stones by speed and strategy until the tower either collapsed or reached the ceiling. Gabby dove for the controls of a retro hoverball game, dragging Cato along with her. “You’re playing.”

Malakai grunted, his grip loosening just enough for me to duck under his arm. Before he could recover in the pitch black, I threw a specialized flash-smoke pellet onto the floor. A blinding white pop illuminated the VIP box, followed instantly by a thick, choking cloud of gray fog. By the time the smoke cleared, I was out the back door, sprinting down the service stairwell and disappearing into the screaming, panicked crowd of the upper elite. ****** Malakai POV I coughed, waving the thick smoke away as my eyes adjusted to the dark booth. The space was empty. The scent of her rain-slicked perfume was already fading, replaced by the bitter smell of sulfur.

Hellcat glared and walked further into her room hitting the door loudly behind her. "Don't break it down, girlie!" ★★★★★ SICILY* 9PM~GAMBLING HOUSE* The air in the house was thick with scent of smokes, alcohols and desperation. The room was covered with colours and sounds from the background. The soft glow of cigarettes, the hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses and the loud laughter all blend together in a cacophony of sound. The room was filled with tables with different activities, with players hunched over cards, dice or spinning wheels, their face was a mixture of intensity and hope.

For hose who didn't want to wait at the bar, impeccably dressed servers circulated with gin and tonics, martini carts, and champagne trolleys brimming with bubbly. Lively music from the jazz band danced over the soft clink of glasses and elegant laughter, and intimate spaces Scattered throughout the room like oases of rich velvets and plush seating. In one corner, dealers lorded over half a dozen poker tables; in another, a silent film played via an old-school projector reel. The ballroom itself soared four stories toward a glass dome, where a breathtaking projection of the night sky painted it with constellations so vivid almost believed I could see Orion and Cassiopeia from Manhattan.