Games Scenarios Novels & Stories

‘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.

The game was far from over. ********************************************

"When I heard that Mable wanted to break up with me, I couldn't accept it in that moment, and I lost control of my emotions. That's why I…" He paused before continuing with difficulty, "I did something so unforgivable to you. It's all my fault. You can hit me or yell at me—I deserve it." On his face was the picture of sincere remorse, but inside, he was thinking, "How troublesome. It was just one night, so why is she looking like she's about to burst into tears? Although… she wasn't half bad." A surge of anger rose in me. As expected, they were all cut from the same cloth! My younger sister, Mable Munroe, faked her illness to scam money, and her boyfriend, Kyle, faked being poor and disabled

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn

"Not even close to my boyfriend's build. I can't believe I ever had a crush on you. Didn't you say that you'd risk your life to save Cyril? What's wrong? Too scared to keep going? Do you think you can find Cyril with just two bodyguards? Is this what your so-called brotherhood means?" A surveillance camera above Hannah's head swiveled toward me, and the big screen in the courtyard flickered to life. Freddie had his arm around Gabriella's waist, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ms. Rutherfurd, so this is the off-site game you mentioned? How interesting! I love these psychological games the most." Gabriella was seated at the arena. It was now down to the final three rounds of the Squid Game

“Then we’ll play for it.” I arch a brow. “Play?” Her hand digs into her belt, pulling out a small silver coin. It shines when she turns it in her fingers. “Best two out of three,” she says. “I call it. If it lands on my side more than yours, my family walks free. If not…” “Then you come back with me,” I finish for her. My voice sounds hollow. Dead. It fits. She nods. I stare at the coin. This is stupid. A child’s game. But maybe that’s the only way left for us. Too much blood and ruin lies between us for anything else.

That underestimation, that arrogance, is exactly what I need. I rise from the chair, the faint scrape of my shoes on the floor echoing in the quiet room, and I pace slowly, deliberately. The city outside pulses with life, oblivious to the game unfolding in the shadows, but I feel it in my bones, every heartbeat aligned with the rhythm of strategy, anticipation, and inevitability. Michelle’s ambition will become my leverage, my bridge into the Rossi world, and once she is guided correctly, every move Rossi makes to protect his empire, to shield Maddie and the children, will be countered before he even knows the threat exists.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

"Hey, lend us some cash." "Ooh, look at that skin. Wonder if he’s got abs under there." As they spoke, they reached out, trying to strip off my clothes. Panic shot through me and I stepped back. Just as their greasy hands were about to grab me— "Back off!" Keira appeared out of nowhere. My face stayed hidden in the shadows as I watched her fight them off. This entire setup had been staged for me from the start. It didn’t take long before the girls scattered. She ended up with a wound, collapsing right into my arms.

I looked around and saw a few other people standing nearby. They were all young, men and women, with terror etched on their faces. "Shit, another S-class," a guy in glasses groaned. "I just survived three B-class games. I thought I'd get a damn break." "S-class?" a girl next to him asked, trembling. "What does that mean?" "It means we're screwed," the guy sneered. "S-class games? 95% mortality rate." I was still processing all this when I heard a familiar voice.