A Firelit Room Game Novels & Stories

“I’ll play so well, you might just become my fan for real this time. Just like back then at the casino the first time we met.” Vincent scoffed, turning away. “Don’t flatter yourself, boy.” But even as he walked off, there was a flicker of something in his expression. Annoyance, yes. Curiosity? Maybe. We moved into a different room that was colder, quieter, and somehow louder in its silence. It was a game room, but not the kind you saw at family estates with billiards and brandy. This felt older, curated. Like a relic preserved for something sacred.

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.

Without another word, she turned and rushed out of the ballroom, Joey hurrying after her. The moment she left, the tension in the room shifted. William Stewart stared at Marilyn for a long moment, clearly processing everything. Then he let out a slow breath and gave a small, resigned nod. “I see,” he said quietly. He looked at Raymond. “We will speak later.” Raymond gave a slight nod in return. Isolde Abraham, who had been watching everything with wide eyes, suddenly smiled and stepped forward. “Well,” she said brightly, breaking the heavy silence, “this just became much more interesting.”

While he’s busy, I search the kitchen and find lighter fluid and matches. Vulk had been busy in the meantime, and when I returned there’s a bonfire of furniture, papers, body parts, and drug vials in the middle of the room. I splash the lighter-fluid all over, then standing back, I toss a lit match into the pile. The accelerant ignites with a soft explosion, and soon an enormous fire is roaring inside the room. I look at Vulk and flick my head towards the door.

What the…? She forced them out. “Sorry, everyone! Room's full!” someone announced. They expelled from the throng like vomit, with a gasp like they had been submerged underwater. Selena bent over panting, a hand to chest. “This way,” Clara could barely catch her breath. Selena's voice was soft and spent. “What game are we playing anyway” “The best…The Wolf's Game” Clara's eyes shone. “Trust me you'll love it. And a little something for a first time party popper like you” she nudged her elbow.

Elliot POV The fireplace room in the Goodwin mansion was enveloped in a cozy dimness, the flickering light of the flames dancing on the stone walls, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the weight of my thoughts. The scent of burning wood mingled with the rich aroma of the red wine swirling in the glass in my hand, a Bordeaux I’d chosen from the cellar in the vain hope that a drink could calm the storm within me.

Without further ado, Merri came out of her room and rushed to Fuschia's room. “What do you mean where is milady? She's in her room! I already confirmed that!” Merri snapped in no less panic as her feet continued down the corridor of the house. By lighting her fireball along the corridor, the house becomes brighter. “I wouldn't have asked if I knew where she was! Damn, this is driving me crazy!” Dylan preceded Merri's steps. Brak! The two of them arrived at Fuschia's room. And in an instant, the room was filled with light from Merri's fireballs that flew through the air.

After some chit-chat, dinner was served. The kids then went upstairs to their game room. The game room was spacious and built specifically for the three of them. Other than all kinds of toys, there were also new video games installed. Sylvia went to Madam Carter’s room to check on her before she headed up to the game room to join the kids. Liam, Isabel, and Flint sat in a line. Liam was meddling with a remote control toy while Isabel was teaching Flint to play some other games.

"Maybe if we figure out exactly what they're after, we'll also find out who's spying on you. What if you tell me about these games and I analyze them?" Scott nodded. Any idea that could help eliminate the threat to his company was welcome. "Alright, I'll gather all the important info, even make you copies, and we can test them in the game room..." Alexia burst out laughing, making him sit up straight. "What?" "It's just that when an adult says 'game room,' you automatically think of Christian Grey's red room. But yours is probably all white, full of consoles and screens." "Are you mocking me?" Scott grumbled, and before she could say anything, he grabbed her hand and led her to a room she'd