A Firelit Room Game Novels & Stories

She called, her eyes darting around the room. It was a game room. An arcade. It was filled with various games, ranging from electronic basketball to motor racing, karaoke, virtual gaming, paintball shooting, scaling the wall, and the foam pit. Almost all of the fun games were there. And the best part? There was absolutely nobody in the room. Just the two of them. "When did you do this? How did you get this done?" "A magician never tells his secrets." He replied, shrugging. "Tell me!" Vivianne whined, turning to face Russell.

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.

I wouldn’t be doing my due diligence if I didn’t share the possibility with Vivian, would I? “Good to know.” Vivian looked like she was holding back a laugh. “There’s no bigger turn-on for a woman than the story of another woman being chained to a rock as a sacrifice.” The echo of her sarcasm faded into silence as we took the stairs to the second floor. I pointed out the Parisian-style lounge, the billiards room, and the beauty room, but my attention was split between the tour and the woman beside me.

The Game Room was the only place in the mansion without windows. It was a bunker of neon lights, billiard tables, and arcade machines that blinked incessantly in the gloom. Elion walked in, carrying a bag of ice for Cale’s leg. He wasn't looking for trouble. He was just looking for the industrial ice machine behind the bar. "Doc," a voice called out from the shadows of the Pac-Man machine. "Just the man I wanted to see." Elion sighed. He didn't stop walking.

The grand doors of the ballroom opened slowly, and a hush fell over the entire room almost instantly. Conversations died mid-sentence, glasses paused mid-air, even the string quartet softened their playing as if they, too, sensed the shift in the atmosphere. Raymond Stewart had just walked inside.