Hunger Games Games Maker Novels & Stories

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.

From what I saw, he barely had time to eat. He was silent for a long moment before he said, "Luca and I hung out in the kitchen a lot as kids. We had a game room, pool, all the latest toys...pretty much everything anyone under the age of twelve could want. But sometimes, we wanted company other than each other, and the chef was one of the few people in the household who treated us like actual people. He let us play around in there when he wasn't cooking." Dante shrugged. "We were kids. We experimented."

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

I accused before slamming down my mind shields and ending our conversation. "What if both die during the games?" Denver mused after a short moment of silence. "My father wouldn't create a game that could kill them. Not when each has their own packs to take care of," I waved off the suggestion with a flick of my wrist, "I don't even know how many games he plans on holding. The all-mighty Game Master has kept all his cards hidden." "Not really," a triumphant grin split Denver's full lips, "my father mentioned that there will be three to five games. Depending on how the Alphas perform. He will host one game a day every second day to give the Alphas a chance to rest in between."

Aria The walls of Malakai Thorne’s penthouse were made of reinforced glass, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline that he practically owned. To anyone else, this place was an impenetrable fortress of modern architecture and high-end security. To me, for the past year, it had been a sanctuary. A beautiful, gilded haven where the ghosts and monsters of my past couldn’t touch me. After everything I had been running from, everything that had nearly broken me, this penthouse was the only place in the world where I could finally breathe.

And who was the idiot who put that note in the bowl ? The game had started during the filming of the first movie in the series ... we call it 'The cheating game', everyone puts their name in a bowl and in the other bowl is different dares. Then two names are drawn and a dare ... you have to cheat your partner into doing the dare first ... it is usually something like getting drunk as a skunk, sleeping in and being late, singing loudly on set or something else silly. It is usually pretty fun and innocent, even if people tend to get really competitive at times ... but hey everyone is friends again when it is over ... it has always been just fun and games after all.

Luna Cruz's eyes exuded a sense of bitterness. Creation Players had been around for less than two years but was already a dark horse in the domestic gaming industry, releasing several hit games in succession and amassing a fortune. Rumor had it that the company's founder had been a top-tier hacker, and he had returned to China just in time to capitalize on the gaming industry boom.

"There's no way in hell I'm wearing that." "Are you willing to play for it?" "Play?" He turns around and goes back to the display of adult games. When he returns, he's holding something called "Hang the Cock on the Hunk." It looks like a version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey, only... well, you know. "What do you say?" he asks. His gaze is dark, wicked. "Why would I agree to that?" I say. "If I refuse to play then I don't have to risk anything."

Each one styled around a theme, doorways gaping like mouths, signage glaring overhead in neon, and blood‑red holo. We emerged into what could only be called a market. Not for food or weapons. For games. Stalls and kiosks had been set up in irregular rows, their counters manned by more of the blank‑faced attendants or slick, pre‑recorded holograms. Above each was a screaming banner: RED STREETS RUN MAZE RUN: HARD MODE LAST STAND: SOLO CAPTURE THE CORE PUZZLE GAUNTLET – COOPERATIVE TOWER ASCENT ONE BULLET

"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!