Falling Game Novels & Stories

Each one twisted into a different, impossible position. The Game Master’s voice purred, “The rules are simple. When your turn comes, a wall will advance toward you. You must fit perfectly through the cut-out. If you succeed, you survive. If not…” The platform beneath us gave a loud metallic clank and tilted just enough for all of us to see the acid bubbling below. “…You’ll fall. And trust me, that bath isn’t very relaxing.” My heart pounded so hard I thought I’d throw up.

He couldn't possibly have kept track of anything. "Eleven," Leo said, leaning close to Archer's ear. "We almost finished up a 12-pack box. Wanna guess where the 12th one is, hmm?" The cold aluminium foil was then pressed against Archer's lower stomach as Leo slowly inched it up his body.

As Esme was closer to the pool, she fell first and to everyone around, it looked like Esme pulled Nicole instead of the other way around. "Ahh.."

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

“Guys! Come join us! We’re about to play a game!” Ethan raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “A game?” Lily grinned, grabbing their hands. “Yes! It’s called Truth or Dare! The perfect way to break the ice!” Olivia exchanged a look with Ethan, a mix of apprehension and excitement flashing between them. “Alright, let’s do it,” Ethan said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. As they followed Lily to the center of the gathering, Olivia couldn’t help but feel a shift in the atmosphere. Laughter erupted around them as the game began, the awkward tension melting away with each round.

We continued like that and he was unable to catch me until suddenly, my leg hit an object on the floor and I fell flat to the ground. “Yeah! I’m gonna catch you today,” He said heading towards me and my eyes widened in fear. Oh my gosh!! How am I gonna stand up from this fall before he catch up with me?? He mustn’t catch me!! Gosh!! He is already moving closer….closer……..and CLOSER!! . . . T.B.C. What do you think?? What did Kelly saw oh?? Guess!! Can you?? Like, comment and share Brought to you by Jesudamilola. Love you all

It's 30 seconds left for the game folks— While that doubled June's speed, it also sent me flying to the forcefield of the arena, which thankfully did its job and softened as I hit its walls. I saw June successfully stealing the ring in time, and she then headed towards the shooting fence. I heard the loud thud of my body armor clashing against each other before I found myself falling to the net below. —Hale continues to crash out of control and is falling to the net below— My weight bounced off the net and I was up into the air again, but my balance staggered as my left airkicks threatened to lose power. The stunt June and I pulled through earlier must have damaged the core engine inside my

Not just for a night. I lift her up, take two steps forward, then feel like the biggest idiot in the world when I stumble forward, tripping over my own feet in my haste to get her to my bedroom. My body gets ahead of my feet and we crash into my end table next to the couch, the legs squawking loudly against the wood floor as it skids a few inches and slams against the couch from the force of our bodies colliding with it. Chloe's back jams into the corner of the table while I fall face first into her chest. Not exactly the way I'd hoped to experience feeling her breasts against my face for the first time. She groans in pain but thankfully laughs at the same time.

In the last few minutes, he was confident that he could survive. It was almost midnight. Tens of millions of viewers were restless. “Ahhhhh, hurry up! The roof is falling!” “The roof is falling + 1” “The ground is collapsing! Bury him alive!” “The ground is collapsing + 1” The viewers were anxious and uncomfortable. They were so angry that they wanted to smash their keyboards and computers. But soon, the needle pointed to twelve o’clock. The game was over! Jack’s voice sounded, “Congratulations, Marcellus. The game of death is over!”

The air too heavy. And as Rafael lifted his cup to take another sip, she knew one thing for certain. Whatever game this was—she was already losing.