Choice Story Game Novels & Stories

He wanted to call a car, but she insisted they walk since it was only half an hour, through Hyde Park and Mayfair, and that turned out to be exactly the right call. Because the day was shiny with sunlight, and Aiden let her hold his hand, and for a little while, they were lost together in the London crowds. Just another couple. She thought she was never getting Aiden out of the shop, but they finally settled on a few two-player games. Aiden chose Hive because the assistant described it as “like chess with insects,” and she went for Fungi because it was about mushrooms.

"Outhouses. Or even worse chamber pots. We won't have to empty our characters' bathrooms will we?" Finn laughs and places a kiss on my neck. The easy ability to reach the sensitive area had to be one of his main reasons for making us sit like nesting dolls as we play, I'm sure. Although, being able to lean back against him and lay my head in the crook of his neck is a perk for me. "Only you, Aspen. No, there are no chamber pots required," he answers. Well how was I supposed to know? The game play may be basic in design, but the story line is realistic enough. Pick berries to eat, gather stone, make swords, kill animals as they walk by, it's the next logical step.

Dear Readers, Please note that The Chosen Mate is a Paranormal Romance. While it's not as dark as my other works, there are a lot of sexual graphic scenes and forced proximity. Chosen Mate is an alternate storyline for The Forbidden Alpha. The main thought that plagued us by the end of The Forbidden Alpha was, "If only they had more time in the beginning. Things could have been different." In Chosen Mate, they get that time. My goal is to grab you by the ankle and force you to feel every emotion my characters feel. If I'm not giggling, squealing, crying, or getting angry, then this wouldn't be a good read. If you are new here, welcome! I appreciate you taking a chance on my book baby and I t

GAME 33: Face Before ending the game you’ve started, you should always choose the right way, no matter what happened. That’s what I’m doing now. Yes, I admit it. I’m at fault. But I didn’t kill Rose or even Miss Aguirre. Someone planned all of this, to make me take the blame. But the question is… who is this person? Why are they doing this to me?

They celebrated in the nursery common room with Rose and Duey and a big chocolate cake. That same year, Grayson insisted that he knew how to play chess and that he could teach Abigail how to play. He did not, and they both learned the wrong moves. Neither of them realized they didn't know how to play until King Marcus offered to play with them as adults. They had a good laugh once they realized Abigail sitting in her husband’s lap and kissing him. She always told him that she preferred his way. ***

I whispered in her ears, pulling her closer to me and I bit her earlobe making her tremble in my arms. I loved the effect I had on her. “Wait what, did you say Rescue The Damsel is your game?” She choked, turning her head to face me. I smirked mischievously, “Yes, and now that I know one of my female gamers didn't like it. What changes would you like?” Chloe shook her head with a sigh, “Alpha James Black, what else are you hiding from me?” She asked playfully as she glared at me.

“Mmhmm. One person puts down a card face up. Others will take turns placing down cards of the same suit, facedown. If anyone else thinks they are lying, you call them out.” “I’m not sure I like this game,” said the other girl. Julian winked. “It’s a test of character.” Curious, then. Did Julian want us to lie or tell the truth? Or maybe he just wanted to watch the chaos. I swallowed my nerves and accepted my cards.

I glanced at Liam to ensure he was comfortable, and he nodded. Toralei explained the rules of the game: we would spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed to would pick a card from the box. The card would determine whether the person would be dared or asked a question. Toralei spun the bottle slowly, and my heart raced as I followed its movement. It eventually stopped, pointing directly at me. What terrible luck. "Alright, Jenna," Toralei said, passing me the box. I reache d inside and searched its contents before selecting a piece of paper.

It was like she was programmed to not like things like that. “What do you have in mine?” The new me? She takes risks. She does things she wants to do without worrying about others. She is finally putting herself first. “I’ll tell you things and describe their scent to you. Then you’ll take me there.” He says without missing a beat. “And what is this game called?” I couldn’t help smiling when I noted how he was trying to hide the smile making his lips curve. “Chase.” I raised a brow and reacted the word but more as a question. He instantly agreed, still reminding me I could ask if I don’t understand anything. And if I wanted to end it, I could only say one thing.

"Yeah. Who gets that pretty mouth first? Who do you want to choke on, Ivy? Choose." My breath came in shallow, panicked bursts. This was their favorite game-the illusion of choice in a world where they owned every outcome. I looked at Sterling, the cold authority. I looked at Thorne, the raw aggression. And I looked at Alistair, who was already unbuckling his belt with a slow, deliberate click that echoed in the silent room. "I... I can't," I whimpered. Sterling's grip on my hair tightened, a sharp sting that made my eyes water. "Wrong answer. Choose, or we'll let Thorne decide, and you know he doesn't like to share the prime real estate."