Infinite Games Book Novels & Stories

She doesn't even get a chance to open her bag or write in her diary before the lecturer screams at them to open their books. So, she takes her favourite therapy method and disguises it inside her book. She randomly starts doodling. There are so many things to write. Dear Diary… The way he looked at her last night. He genuinely stared. And the things he said. She starts scratching his name again. Over and over, filling the margin until the ink runs thick. D.O.R.I.A.N Then, the glowing eyes… The way he could track her pulse… There’s the enemy complication. So many intricate puzzles to solve. So little time.

“Seven Chosen for the Game of Sins.” Farrah muttered as she read the headline in the paper. Her fingers trembled slightly as she turned the page. The ink was smudged, but she could still make out the words printed beneath the headline. [ The Rules of the Game ] [ 1. Only the Cursed may enter the Game. Those whose names are written upon the Statue of Avarra shall be pulled into the Trials. You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. ]

I took a deep breath and accepted them. " Open them, they have been gifted by Nate and Sanya I just added a few things to the bag. " He said with a wink. Oh, God!! Sanya and Chris have added things to the bag... God, please save me. I opened the first pack and it was a game of dice. " What is this?? " I asked. " Look at them, love... This is a set of three dice where one of them tells what to do, the second tells where to do it, and the third tells how to do it. " He explained.

"I dislike silly brain games." He got a little closer to me before saying, "I can promise you that this is not a game." Pedro always seems to leave a trail of dead bodies behind him. A few seconds passed, and the atmosphere shifted in an indefinable manner, yet it remained tense and agitated. And then, quite suddenly, Jerome's demeanor mellowed, quite similarly to how it had done in the hotel room. I don't want you to join the ranks of those people.

What he needed most is the strength of all his senses. Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.”

Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings. Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society. Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding. She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”

asked Mrs Tepes. "We were invited by the owners. "said Mrs Smith 'How am I going to get information about Phoenix with her hanging around.' Thought Emma. A group of cameramen entered the bookstore. They surrounded a bulky man with curly brown hair who sat on the wooden chair near the door. Mr Walter stood near him. "Good evening everyone! I welcome you all, to the grand opening of this bookstore. Thank you for coming here. We have a very special guest today here with us. This is Mr Luca Alexandro, the famous paranormal investigator. He chose our store to release his first book."

I wonder what game he’s playing. “Yes.” “Hmm.” His gaze remains fixed on me, that infuriating smile still in place. The weight of his attention makes my knees weak, and I excuse myself before I can embarrass myself further. I rush to my room and slump against my door, heart pounding and mind racing with the same question from earlier: What the hell was that?

“How?” “You’re reading a book with a love triangle and the female lead ends up with the one you hate, yeah?” Without waiting for her to talk, he said, “Now you love the other guy. You can’t stop thinking of him. You find out there’s a game based on this book. Not just that, it allows you to choose your lover. Come on. That’s brilliant.” “Maybe.” Her stance relaxed, but she didn’t smile. “But it’s expensive, and it could flop.”