Choice Story Game Novels & Stories

The user won't be able to change the choice afterward, please think carefully. Golden was startled, that was the first time the system asked him to choose something. After that, he immediately asked the system for more detailed information about every choice. At that time, Golden didn't want to make a mistake. [The selected Main Chain Quest will help the user on his Path in the future. All the choices will give the user a practicing method for the chosen Path before finishing the first Main Chain Quest.]

Grey replied casually. Keyara sighed in relief, "When I was in college, I played games made by Gametopya. From Triangle Love, Treasure, and Puzzle, I liked all of Gametopya's games. I think the games are not boring, especially Treasure and Triangle Love." Keyara explained happily. "So why did you choose to design Chara?" Keyara scratched her forehead while smiling widely, "I like to draw, sir."

"…you’ll have to choose which side you’re on before the pyre is lit again." I stared at Josefina in silence for far too long. Blood pounded in my temples. Max and Icarus stood behind me like armed shadows, but in that moment, all I saw was her—and everything she represented. I straightened. "You want me to choose?" My voice came out low, rough. "Then listen carefully, because I’ll only say this once." I took a step forward. "I choose my side." Josefina arched a brow, surprised. My voice trembled slightly, but not from fear. From anger. From exhaustion.

Kat snapped from where she sat beside me. This time the three of us let out long dramatic gasps. We were seated at a booth in Chris' mother's bakery playing a card game that Chris had introduced to us. It was called 'the Resistance'. It was basically a strategy based game where you had to identify who the spy was in the game. And so far, my money was on my dearest boyfriend. Roman and I had been hooked from the beginning but Kat honestly just thought the game was a waste of time. We didn't care, we made her play anyway.

They stayed until the bell rang, until the library emptied, until their choice had been observed and catalogued and would be reported back to Dante, to Chelsea, to the architecture of the school that made their private becoming public property. Grayson didn't care. Or he cared and chose anyway, the distinction he'd offered her applied to himself. He walked her to her next class. Held her hand in the hallway, the performance of coupledom that was also real, also chosen, also the only way through the game that wasn't a game. At her classroom door, she stopped. Looked at him with the observation he couldn't name, the calculation that was also wonder. "Chelsea said you're the first to choose me

"How will it be implemented?" Chester was not planning on hiding anything from Giselle. After some explanation, Giselle understood everything. What Chester had in mind was a dating simulation game. The user would be able to personalize the process of their romantic journey according to their preferences. They would only need to wait for a couple of minutes before they could go through the immersive experience once again. During that period, the user could allow other players to join them and become their assistants or relationship counselors. When he mentioned this, an idea popped up in Giselle's head.

But something else remains: the capacity to choose. The problem is, here, now, my choices taste like ash. I curl my fingers around the memory of his lips and then shove it down into the place I have it stored. When he comes into the room — collected, dangerous, and impossibly beautiful — I will have to decide if I will play his game or write my own. The first move has already been made. The board is set. I don’t know whose hands will win the game. I only know the stakes: me.

"It's here! Really here." My friend gasped and shook me back and forth. I covered my ears and glanced around the game shop. All around us, girls were going crazy about this new game called 'Choose your Prince' I snorted at the stupidity of the title and the game. I mean seriously, what kind of fool would name their game as stupid as that? It's just a cheap Otome game. The more that I see these girls rushing in the store in hopes to buy their copy, the more I got pissed. Shame on you all! I screamed in my mind. Why waste your parent's money for something so useless!

with a hint of irritation in her voice. Kevin was going to argue back but saw me coming and asked me, “Alright let’s see what lily chooses, so lily apple or banana?” looking hopeful that I will choose banana. I looked between them and said, “Come on guys people can like both, it’s not like fruits get offended.” rolling my eyes, “Now come on I’m hungry.” They nodded but continued arguing, they didn’t even hear what I said. I just shook my head at their childish act and followed them checking my phone for any messages. I saw messages from my friends asking me if I liked the town, the school and how was my day.

Tessa’s POV: All my life I’ve lived by someone else’s rule, been someone else’s prisoner, and lived a life I didn’t choose. Not anymore. Today I chose to have a choice, and in doing so, I chose me. I waited for a little while to ensure everyone must have gathered at the garden. But, secretly, to gather strength for the unknown path that lay before me.