Fun & Games Novels & Stories

I have read a lot of novels where highschool student trys to play a game at a party but disaster always happen after that. I won't be a part of this game, i rather watch and entertain myself. I saw Kelly smiling already... "Is it truth or dare?" Kelly asked the girl "No! Is a new game...is called paper spreading...we use to play the game a lot in my former school. Don't worry; it will be fun." She said and smiled "Then let's play the game, the guy i saw her kissing earlier spoke. " who is in? She asked...don't worry about the rules and how the game is being done; I will explain everything. " she added

Or at least, she would think that she did. Easy prey. But easy also isn’t fun. What is the point of playing a game if it isn’t fun? The reason I wanted her as the focus for this year’s games is because she has been unbreakable. The ultimate challenge. I like a good challenge. And a challenge isn’t a challenge if you know with certainty that you are going to win.

She is smiling while mocking me. I couldn't help but laugh, she really plays dirty. but then if she wanted to fight this way then i will do it the same way she wanted. I grabbed the glass of water near me and threw it to her. I didn't realize that the glass was also thrown to her. "Oops! Sorry, my hand slipped!" all her face down to her chest was wet. The glass is quite big so it contains a lot of water compared to what she just splashed on me.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

He remembered his days in the orphanage. ..... Flashback...... "Robby don't you want to play with your sisters and brothers?" A sister asked. "I'd rather sit here, I don't like playing games, they are a complete waste of time." He replied coldly, the sister smiled. "You are a strange child you know that right? But strange isn't a bad thing, it's good." The sister smiled. "Sister, are you here to disturb my peace and quiet? If yes please stop, I'd like to be alone as usual." He spared her a glance.

Failure to comply means a punishment. Act like a real couple. Play your cards well and don't let your heart dictates your mind. We have eyes everywhere. If you are interested, please see us in the FG house anytime. For further knowledge and information regarding the game, you may send an email to FGhouse@g***l.com. Note: We already chose participant's name base on our own investigations, please don't pass or make business involving this letter.Thank you. See you in the game!

I just had to keep him talking. "So when do I hear about this Exodus," I said, sweeping my arm around Carl and leading him away from the computer. "I'd like to hear all about it." Carl looked enthused, a beaming grin spreading across his face, and he turned towards me. I followed his lead as we marched a few dozen feet away towards a large tarp, and stopped. "Well," he said, "everyone loves rapid-fire rocket weapons. You have your small Pinata, your Orkan, and they're great, but this-"

I threaten "Ok, ok fine, you're ' 21' " he agrees holding his hands up in surrender. "So why did you come tonight when you have an exam tomorrow?" He asks, reminding me of the fact that I'm basically screwed for my test. "Because I came to have fun and party" I say deciding to live in the moment. "Fun, hey?" He asked amused "Yes, a word you obviously don't understand" I say narrowing my eyes at him "Oh! I can be fun" he smirked, leaning closer with mischief written all over his face.

“What?” She brings her hand thoughtfully to her chin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s play a game. I guess what you are. You say hot or cold.” “No.” “Silver hair, silver eyes… oh… I know… you're a polar bear.” Dorian lowers his eyelids. Really… a polar bear? “That’s ridiculous, even for you.” “Hot or cold, Dorian?” “Fucking cold.” She looks at him, frowning, almost sincerely. Almost. “Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.”

I asked. Why was everyone acting like they’d never seen games before? It’s as if they were kids talking about a birthday party coming up. “Games are just a nickname for f*cked up pranks and activities. They spin the ‘wheel of fortune’ and whatever it lands on, that’s the event for the night. For example, if it lands on ‘games of chance’, then they’ll play something like bingo or roulette. If they decide on bingo, the spectators write up a bingo chart for the players to do.” Leilani replied.