Games Scenarios Novels & Stories

He deserved the beating a little. "Phil stop! You're going to kill him!" She tried pulling him off but the wounded lion was far from listening. "Philip stop!" She shouted but to no avail. Poor James, if he knew that this game he was paid for was going to be like this, he definitely wouldn't have accepted the Job. Why on earth did he even try touching her. He should have just stuck to the plan instead of taking advantage of the situation. He swore never to play such games again.

Jenna's voice came from the kitchen and Bryan breathed. “Come out, it's a friend” Bryan said and immediately, Jenna appeared from the kitchen door. “Hi..” Jenna said, trying to speak in Alessia's voice. Stephen smirked.. “What?” she asked, raising a brow and Stephen cleared his throat. “We are in this together okay? You don't have to pretend" he said and she bit her lip shyly. “As fast as possible, you should wear this” He said further, bringing out a white box adorned with a suitable logo.

Carson Montgomery sneered and said, "If you don't listen to me, your companions will die here." "What tricks did you play this time?" Caspian put away his Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd and looked at Carson with a gloomy look. Carson Montgomery looked around and listened carefully. He said with a smile, "I'll only tell you the rules of the game once. Listen carefully. Otherwise, the worst case scenario would be that none of you and your companions would be able to escape, all of you dying here. The best scenario is that only one side of you can escape.

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

“What’s going to happen?” “He’ll probably be here for a few days, and then my parents will take him home and try to get him into rehab again. This is another reason why I didn’t bring him up, Quinn,” Archer says, and the emotion in his voice kills me. “This happens over and over, and this won’t be the last time.” The microwave beeps in the background. “Anyway, I looked up robot fights while I was waiting and I have to say it’s pretty fucking cool.” “It is! Careful you don’t get sucked in. You’ll start watching a fight or two here and there and then it becomes your life and you’re under-the-table funding lasers to go on your team’s robot.”

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”

Amulet said with a pout. Stelle hummed thoughtfully as he strut back after running towards the scream earlier. “Technically, it IS a competition. He gets points for getting in quick but stealing a kiss means nothing at this point. I mean, isn’t this partially just an excuse for flashy dates and make out sessions? Besides, what are you screaming over a chaste kiss by the hand? We’ll have a good opportunity tomorrow to win a rose and snag a solo date. If none of us get it, then let’s get drunk and make our own fun!” Well, there was always that.

Matteo is too drunk to understand any rules for any game, so being told what to do and when to drink is convenient. They play the game for a few rounds, and people are entertained. The game gives them challenges such as 'the last one to stand up has to down their drink' or 'those who don't have blonde hair take a shot', but it gets old pretty fast. Soon enough, people are asking for more interesting challenges. Isabella buys the extension. "Okay, there are different levels. The fourth one is a dirty one, so I'll leave that out." She says, half joking. Nobody complains, so she starts a different level of the game.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.