Ben Drowned The Game Novels & Stories

She struts over to the board and picks up four bags and proceeds to sink 3 of them and one lands directly on the board. Damien looks over at me scratching his head and says, “I give up. We suck apparently.” I sit down on a nearby loveseat and Divina comes to sit next to me, but I pull her in my lap and rest my chin on her shoulder as we watch the next game. It feels good to just hold her and my contentment grows the longer we watch. Gloria and Bren are pretty good and give Brandon and Greg a run for their money but can’t quite pull off a win.

Blushing, he turned and shrugged, sitting back on the couch next to Bear. Kenny walked back over to his computer desk and started playing his game again, with Alex coming over to stand behind him and watch. She watched silently as he loaded his save. It was still very early in the game. "Dude, you shot your own guy in the head. Your aim is awesome." The computer screen showed an armor wearing Nord with three arrows stuck in the back of his blonde head. "What do you think you are doing?" the character on the screen said, before turning back around.

What he needed most is the strength of all his senses. Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.”

They roll on the floor for a few minutes before Daria gets a needle into Iris’s skin. Iris now lays dead next to her beloved mate. Daria smirks, thinking she has won. In the arena, all the spectators gasp but Selene keeps her smile. “This game is not over yet.”

Meeting Dante. Life events, big and smalI, that'd shaped me into who and where I was today. How many more of those did I have left, if any? Pressure squeezed the oxygen from my lungs. Get down. But I couldn't. Thud. Thud. Thud. He was here. The last thud finally kicked my fight or flight into high gear. My body jerked, a gasp of life in the face of death, but it was too late. The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin.

Move it. Water from all sides came rushing in, bubbles popping around. He came to, gasping for air. He was giddy. Fear of drowning got the better of him. It had a deathly grip on him, he struggled. He flapped his feet and got out as quickly as he could through the open window, flipping his two arms, and pushing the water downwards to force himself toward the surface, leaving the Beetle to go down slowly to the bottom.

I found myself whispering. “Bu..I mean he was that gamer whom I played the game with, yes but that doesn’t mean that Zayn and Anabel's death have something to do with the game, at least it isn’t stated there.” I use that to relieve myself if it will help. “Will you hear yourself right now? What other proof do you need before you’ll finally accept that this game is real? Isn’t this clear enough? Or do you want a third person to die before you finally come to your senses?” Bethel yelled at me and tears started blurring my vision.

She ducked, rolling under his strike, then rose in a fluid motion, raising her weapon. Time slowed for a heartbeat. George screamed, “You belong to me!” Ayra’s finger squeezed the trigger. The SMG barked twice, the recoil slamming into her shoulder, and George Wendell went down, his roar ending in a gurgled gasp. --- Silence hit immediately after. The city sounds—sirens in the distance, distant shouts—paled beneath the aftermath. Smoke curled around the wrecked SUVs, the crumpled bodies, and the remnants of fire and rubble.

Her touch was like a remedy, icy, and yet it ignited a deeper longing within me. A nocked arrow must find release. At this moment, I realized something was wrong as I had never been so out of control as I was today. There had to be something in the air. I tried hard to push her away, but like an octopus, she immediately clung to me again, lighting fire everywhere on my body. Suddenly, I saw a red dot in the mirror. What? I threw the curtains open and found three mobile phones facing the room. The live stream chat was scrolling, with 20,000 people online. The protagonists of the live broadcast were none other than me and Heather.