Falling Game Novels & Stories

Please, make it stop. He snapped upwards, massaging his throat with wide eyes, shivering in fear. He walked like he never had legs, he got up on his knees, only to fall again. That was death; a form of death he almost married, almost bound himself to. Like a mantra, his tear stained lips looped it's just a game, a game, log out, it's over, the game is over, enough times to drive him insane. Instead of trying to stand again, he just stared at the unmoving ground, rocking back and forth.

I didn't want to disappoint them but at the same time I couldn't keep lying to myself and making it harder on everyone. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise we had reached our destination until Asher gently nudged me. "We have arrived," he announced and quickly got out of the car. I followed suit and before me stood an Arcade centre with a glowing neon sign that read Game World. The inside was filled with different types of games of every variety. "Woah!" I breathed in awe love we were inside. I scanned the many games perfectly aligned and I couldn't choose which one I wanted to play. I mean I do like playing video games that's a known fact, but having a wide variety to pick fr

She concentrated on the game, leaving Stacy to bite her fingers in despair she was so lost in her thoughts, she did not know the game had come to an end, The sudden sounds of loud shouts came to her ear, looking up from her seat, the sight before her was breathtaking, it took her breath away. The entire football team were on their knees. Each holding a love symbol. The seats in front of her were all empty as the students had all moved to either side of her, giving the team ample view of her.

I sighed in relief when I heard the unmistakable growl of Nathan and knew they were almost here. My friends were fighting a good fight, but they were outnumbered, with the rogues pushing them back in their desperate attempts to get closer to me. I backed away, grabbing a chair to use as a weapon as I stepped closer to the wall to get away from them. Instead of hitting the wall as I expected, I backed into a person. I froze as I felt something jab me in the neck. Not again was my last thought before I blacked out. Nathan’s point of view

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.

Relax" you are looking guilty, he leaned colser to my ears and whispered, only to my hearing. ‎ ‎I didn't respond, I couldn't respond, i felt of I answer, our night sex might just slip out of my mouth. ‎ ‎His foot brushed against my ankle, slow and intentional, I dug my hands into my plam, beneath the table. ‎ ‎It was insane. ‎ ‎We are sitting at breakfast table with David and eve, and frank was playing this kind of game , I short him a warning looks, but he only showed he was amused.

“Don’t tell me what I’m feeling.” “Then stop acting like this is something it’s not.” His hands gripped my shoulders, not rough but firm. “This is a contract. This is business. Stop looking at me like you want it to be more.” “I don’t—” “Yes, you do. I see it every time you look at me. Every time I touch you in public and you lean into it like it’s real. Every time we’re alone and you forget to keep your guard up.” His thumb brushed my collarbone. “You’re falling, Diana. And I need you to stop.”

She was in a lot of pain, but couldn't pinpoint exactly where it hurt. The chair was a very ordinary plastic stool with four corners, which looked sturdy enough, but she was not fat, and she still had a certain weight. Plus, she had just smashed into the chair head-on... As she fell down, she heard the sound of plastic shattering. She didn't ask for anything now, she just hoped that the broken plastic pieces didn't hurt her. This is really a disaster! If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn't have participated in the game, regardless of whether it was Jack or any other ancestor. Would anyone really threaten her with a knife to her neck?

Connor came up with the idea to play Don't Let It Fall, a game he clearly made up on the spot, which involved throwing that awful vase of my mother back and forth and trying not to let it fall. I don’t know how long we played, but we stopped when Skyler threw the vase to Carly who, instead of catching it with her hands, had the "brilliant" idea to head it like soccer players do, only she ended up falling to the ground, unconscious, and the vase broke. We are all frozen, staring at her body on the floor, when I wake up from my trance and approach my best friend. I shake her a bit by the shoulders, and seeing that she doesn’t open her eyes sends me into a panic.

He even remembered to remind me. He knew and remembered everything. And yet, he still cheated. His voice was hoarse while his breathing was ragged—like a dying fish gulping for air. A cold, sinking feeling spread through my body, like I'd fallen into an icy river. My limbs felt weak, and even my head felt unbearably heavy. Why would he send me a voice message while they were in bed? Did they get off on this? Without thinking, I called him. "Is there something wrong with the project?" I asked. "Or do your clients just not have wives and kids to go home to this late at night?"