Game Of End Novels & Stories

“ how many more minutes till y’all are done playing this little hide and seek game? Its getting boring” “ Are you aware that you’re actually kidnapped” the guy said, just to be sure. “ well now I am” “ Then why did you call it hide and seek?” “ Oh sorry, tic tac toe sounds more appropriate” she said with a scoff and lowkey, it pissed her guard off. “ at this pace, you might as well get killed before we find a use of you” “ excuse you, I am a living breathing human… if you can be used like an object, I interject on my behalf”

He took out a small wire from his pocket and started tying Miranda’s hand at the back while making her knelt on the ground. “We are going to play a game.” BOOM My face paled when he spoke those words, A Game… A game of death. “This game is called Open and Alive…” He said with a slight hint of excitement in his voice. “The one whose eyes stayed open all the time will stay alive and the one who blinks… would die…” He spoke and I saw Miranda’s eyes widening in acknowledgment. “But… How would that be interesting, huh?” He looked at Miranda to me, “Hmmm…” He tapped his chin as though he was lost in thinking.

"Alright, let's do this! Today, I'll show you how it's done." Wendy pulled out her phone as well, and they both started the game. In the game, Benny spun his character in midair, brandishing a large sword. "Wendy, prepare to die!" But in the next second, the sound of "Game Over" echoed through the room. The game had ended. Benny shot up from his seat, disbelief written all over his face. Just as he was showing off with his spin, Wendy had dropped down from above and, with a glowing axe, sliced through him.

“And because she knew the vultures would come for you once she was ‘gone.’ She wanted to see if you’d rise… or rot.” “And you? Were you part of the test too?” His jaw clenched. “I never played her game. I had my own.” I stared at him, searching for truth in his eyes. “And what is your game now, Damian?” He looked at me, everything about him heavy—his breath, his silence, his gaze. “You,” he finally said. “You’re my endgame.” Those words should’ve comforted me. Instead, they terrified me. I stepped back. “I don’t want to be someone’s endgame. I want to be my own.”

She whispered, “They think the game is over. But they haven’t seen my endgame yet” And with a swipe of her finger, the screen went black.

All humming in perfect sync. “I rewrote it,” I said. “No more wager. No more seed. Just… balance.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “And Victor?” “Trapped,” I said. “In the code. Forever.” Elena hugged me. “You saved us.” I hugged her back. But in the corner of my vision, a single line of code pulsed. > WAGER COMPLETE. NEW GAME BEGINS. I smiled. The city was ours. But the game never ends.

Emory moans and shakes her head as I pull her pants down over her hips. I stop everything and try not to laugh at her wiggles. “Hmm. I guess I didn’t leave you with any way to communicate your questions. I’ll try to guess them and you’ll have to let me know if I get them all. Answer one: you’ll get as many prizes as I want to give you– like always, by the way– and you’ll get them when I’m ready to give them. Unless you try to steal them. Then you’ll get them a while after that. Answer two: this is payback for that sexy fucking hip wiggle you thought was such a good idea just before my meeting earlier today. Let’s see…. Answer three…. The game ends when I get my prize. Or never, depending on

On their third anniversary, Adonis Kent suddenly announced that he was going to be single again. "Let’s break up." Claire Monroe was stunned. Before she could even wrap her head around what was happening, she was handed a "girlfriend evaluation form". Adonis's secretary, Bonnie Spencer, wore a mocking expression when she said, "Claire, you failed to score ninety points this year. Adonis has a rule of dating women who only scored above ninety. "Anything below that benchmark eliminates you as a suitable girlfriend candidate. "He will be breaking up with you today." Claire felt the tips of her fingers turn cold when she stared at the evaluation form. It was public knowledge that Adonis,

Willa thought the worst thing that could happen to her was discovering her boyfriend in bed with her younger sister. She was wrong. Minutes after fleeing their betrayal, Willa is struck by a delivery truck and dies. But death isn't the end. She awakens on a mysterious bus filled with corpses and learns that the dead are being thrown into terrifying worlds for the entertainment of an unseen audience. Her first destination is the Frostbite Tundra, a frozen wasteland filled with monsters, deadly conditions, and other desperate survivors. Willa has no weapons, no shelter, and no intention of depending on anyone—especially men.

She had long since stopped wanting to live, for it was simply too painful to live in a world without me. The wind blew over, tousling her hair. Emma retched up blood again and again, yet a peaceful smile crossed her face. "Vince, don't be afraid. I'm coming to keep you company." The winds swept past, and the world fell into silence. In the end, the story of Emma and me was wrapped up in a sloppy, haphazard ending.