Ben Drowned The Game Novels & Stories

And tomorrow, one way or another, I was going to find out who. I lay awake until dawn, body aching, mind racing. The game had changed. And I was no longer sure I knew the rules.

Guess nowhere was cheaper. Normally, the starters sat together, but I didn’t want to leave Arth, the newbie, with strangers. I moved to sit beside him. Denver, scowling, stood up and wedged himself between us. “You, move to the other side.” “……What’s your problem?” “Let’s play a game.” “What game?” “Who can drink the most.” “You serious?” “Yeah.” “No regrets. What’s the bet if you lose?” “Loser does whatever the winner wants.”

They drank, one talking the other down as they did. After they had both emptied three bottles each. Alita belched and cringe, covering her face. “How do we know who won?” She asked. “We have both taken three bottles and we are both still standing,” Benson rolled his eyes as he thought of a way to choose a winner. His face lit up with an idea. “We both walk to the door and back here. Whoever falls or leans on something for support loses.”

The electricity of Elvin's ministration shot from her core all through the rest of her body, bemusing her mind, trying to make her lose focus. She held on for as long as she could, knowing five minutes were almost up, but then he increased his strokes, and she found herself gently slipping from the shores of reasons in the ocean of mad pleasure. She would drown here, but then she chose the answer she wanted to be on her lips if she lost, or if he won. To her, it didn't matter. This game was over, and tomorrow, life would return to Tan Height.

Louis and Michael were already present, arguing. “Man, I don’t know. We’ve been dewn’ this a long ass time. Why change now?” “What’s the matter?” Jon asked. Michael seemed triumphant, smirking at some hidden knowledge, “I’ve got a new game for us.” He held up a black box. Embossed in white letters on it was the name Dark Dungeons. A wicked gleam rolled through his eyes. “This is something else.”

So of course that would make the game boring if no one reverted to cheating. I set Jena up for a spike and Mateo grabbed her by the legs under the net to pull her into the water. Sierra was able to save it though and we kept playing, then someone grabbed my leg, but the guys were splashing so much I couldn’t see who it was.

Let him drown in it. “Rowan was injected with a strong dose of some kind of wolfsbane poison. A silver spear was thrust through his stomach and out his back. When I found him, he was already lying in a pool of his own blood—” My throat tightens at the memory, the sharp scent of iron triggering a rush of haunting images. I blink it away, swallowing hard. Not now. Keep talking. “It was too late to save him.” The silence is deafening.

Eden said and shot the man in the shoulder. The man fell to the floor screaming and Eden walked up to him, pressing down on the wound eliciting more pain from him. "Don't underestimate me, asshole." Eden said and pressed harder; the man was screaming in pain, but no one would hear him. "W-who are y-you?" The man barely got out and Eden smiled a sinister grin. "I told you, death. But to be more specific, I've been sent to kill you and I always fulfil my orders." Eden said and stabbed the man in his other shoulder.

Bella said ominously. “Get ready to be dragged into the deep,” I taunted. We both pressed start and were transported into our battlefield. I smiled as our characters appeared on an underwater street in Atlantis. I’d have the upper hand here. Her fire wouldn’t work as well here and her attacks wouldn’t do much damage. The countdown began and when it went off; I had Bella beat in 4 moves. “K.O.! The Kraken wins!” The game announced. I lifted my hands in the air and nodded as she opened her satchel and grabbed another coin. I waved my hand, motioning for her to say something. I put my hand to my ear and she rolled her eyes.

He too loses to Dante, leaving him, the other tech bro, and Hunter. As they play, I learn that the other tech bro, the one left at the table, is called Nate, the other is Justin and the NFL player is Connor. His name does not ring a bell, but then again, I don’t watch sports of any kind. “Dante is killing us, Nate,” Hunter said. “Not at all,” Dante mumbles, “you’re still at the table.” “Yeah, but you have a pile bigger than all of us. We’ve gotta even the game a little. Give us a handicap.”