Fearful Game Novels & Stories

I immediately pulled out my daggers, slowly scanning the environment. Then— DING. The sound echoed through the air like a death bell. My stomach twisted. I practically forgot how to breathe for a minute. I knew only too well what that sound meant. The game had just begun. A cold, emotionless voice filled the air. "Game Three has now begun. I tightened my grip around the dagger in my hand. A cold, almost freezing wind blew through the forest. A feeling of dread instantly took hold of me. I forgot to breathe for half a second.

10:50pm. “Dear Clarissa the Game is over and because you ditch the round a fourth person will die in 24 hrs.” 11:00pm. At that moment fear squeezed the air from my lungs, I couldn’t breath, I was at the grocery shop but everything seemed to freeze. It felt like I was the only one existing, I couldn’t see or hear anything.

I swallowed down my response, I was too afraid to even think straight, “Because Artymov has just threatened both of our families? Isn’t that cause for a little concern?” He studied me a second and I was sure there was a something akin to pity in his eyes, I wanted to slap the look out of his face, but it was clear he had noticed my agitation. “I am not afraid, because this is exactly what I had expected. Especially after my encounter with Kendal.” The fear was still clawing at me, but I forced myself to sit down and take a deep breath, school my expression and start again, “Care to elaborate.”

The other two slumped in their seats, their heads lolling and their blood hitting the floor in a steady drip, drip. Several of their limbs bent at unnatural angles. “You talk too much.” Brax spat out a mouthful of dark red liquid. Brax Miller. Ex-con with a mile-long rap sheet, balls of steel, and a brain the size of a walnut. I smiled, then hit him again. His head snapped back, and a pained groan filled the air. My bruised knuckles stung. The room jokingly dubbed the Holding Cell in my private security headquarters smelled like copper, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of fear.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

‘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.

What does she want from me? "I see you're awake, huh?" She says, and I can feel her body really close to mine, "Oh, you can't talk." She giggles evilly and all I pray for is to open my eyes and see it's all a dream. "Too bad," she clicks her tongue, and then I feel something sharp, like a nail, moving slowly in a straight line on my right arm and I shiver in fear, "I wanted to hear your voice." "Let's play a game, yeah?" She says in a really tiny, playful voice and I shake my head fearfully, "It's called the loudest voice."

SERAFINA As I paced back and forth in the dimly lit slave room, anxiety churned in the pit of my stomach. The imminent challenge ahead, known only as "the game," weighed heavily on my mind. I couldn't shake the growing panic that consumed me, a fear fueled by the uncertainty of what awaited me and the potential consequences of failure.

“What is a show-off game?” “Is a game where I’ll show off my power to them.” And… he wavered. His body became rigid and his mouth suddenly became dried. “What do you mean by that?” He asked tinily. “Exactly what I am saying. Do you remember Lion Fear?” Of course, he knew. It was the basic skill for the lions. It was the heavy aura emitted by the individual. The recipient would feel tremendous pressure and fear them. Only a few that strong aura could reprimand the head nobles. The king had said that Shadow’s aura trembled the king’s body and almost put him in a submission position. He had yet to see it happen. He was tempted.

They were from Chris and Sanya There was also a book of dares. We read it and it was so much fun. We dared each other to perform different acts in the bedroom. We were definitely going to enjoy reading it. There was a board game for a couple. It was very interesting and we made our way around the cards and performed raunchy foreplay actions on each other. I was blushing very hard by looking at and trying those naughty gifts. There were so many things and I was curious to see all of them.