Body Maker Game Novels & Stories

It’s Carl, my bus driver. “Kyaria, this is Carl. He drives the bus.” I say, introducing her. “Hi.” She squeaks out. Carl just looks at her and nods. I am sure I saw a half-smile on his face. I can understand why she was staring. Carl is very intimidating. He is a huge guy. He is bigger than Trevor. Carl has to be 6’11” and close to 300lbs of solid muscle. He can be scary as hell. Kyaria looked like a tiny ant standing next to him. Carl walked to the front of the bus. Kyaria went over and started getting her computer and camera equipment arranged. I wonder over and look at all the equipment she brought with her. I never realized that all this is needed for taking pictures.

Benjamin was seated behind the wheel, cursing and growing increasingly irritated at his failure to perform the simple task of sliding the key into the ignition. Frustrated, Benjamin slammed his hands down on the dashboard. And that was when he saw me staring at him. The glare he gave me was enough to freeze my blood. This wasn’t over. Far from it, it was just the beginning. Benjamin had started this twisted game. Brayden intended to finish it. And as I tried to convince myself otherwise, I couldn’t help but feel like I was just some pawn to them. The battle line had been drawn, all I could do was hope that I wouldn’t become a casualty.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

Not after that unusually exquisite sex with the man who isn't your husband! Nothing new goes on until we're finally in Astoria. I'm still wide awake, heedful, as the car pulls in front of a two storey house made of black-painted wild wood and translucent glass—a modern cabin in the woods. I sigh softly at the sight, my butt stuck on the seat. Long churning trees, birds twittering merrily, and the soothing breeze are what make this place a pure tranquility. I come here whenever I need solitude and peace of mind.

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

Balesin is nice and while traveling to our accommodation for the next few days. I was able to see some of the things, I will be able to try on later. This is my first time here. Tobi is driving the golf cart, while I sit beside him. “Don’t carry anything,” Tobi said when we reached our accommodation. I sulked upon seeing our bags in the back of the golf cart. There were too many but Tobi wouldn’t let me carry one.

I went down the tree house and ran, Luke, then chased after me… I stopped and Luke proceeded on tickling me, I forced myself to laugh even though I didn't feel anything. "Say… I thought of a new game," I said to them as casually as possible. All of them, without delay, gathered around me, "What is it?" 'The conditioning seems to be a success' "Killers and Targets!" I said, "You can be a target or you can be a killer… we have a card here and each card has a role you should reenact."

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

" She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens! Kelly was into the game already. She was looking alive and ready. Tala wrote something on the piece of paper and then wrote number one to ten on another piece of paper. I watched in curiosity as she tore each number and folded it. "This game is similar to pick and act, but it involves two participant." She added. She made us sit on the floor, as we all sat in circle. A bottle of alcohol was kept in the center.

Actually, the house of four friends, consisting of James, Anthony, William and Carol is in the same residential neighborhood and so is the location of their school. By driving a sports bike, it didn't take long for James to get in front of his destination house. Only by signaling the motorcycle horn, the security guard opened the front gate for him. Already very familiar with the floor plan of the house, James walked and looked relaxed. Thanks to the familiar face recognized by the front guard, James could immediately walk into the house even without being invited.