Interactive Choice Game Novels & Stories

"I have no problem with it at all. It'll be my pleasure to hang out with the two of you today." Both of them beam smiles at me, and I wonder what in the fuck I did in another life to get this kind of chance. Three years ago I wouldn't have wanted it, but something tells me today's gonna be a good time. ******* "You wanna play a game?" "I'm not good at them," Riley observes the row of carnival games. There's some of those balloons you shoot water into and milk bottles that you throw a ball at. "I have pretty good aim." Not trying to brag, but I do. "Which do you think? Balloon or ball?"

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.

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I glanced at Liam to ensure he was comfortable, and he nodded. Toralei explained the rules of the game: we would spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed to would pick a card from the box. The card would determine whether the person would be dared or asked a question. Toralei spun the bottle slowly, and my heart raced as I followed its movement. It eventually stopped, pointing directly at me. What terrible luck. "Alright, Jenna," Toralei said, passing me the box. I reache d inside and searched its contents before selecting a piece of paper.

"So you see, I'm in love with another. And that is why I want us to bargain." "What could be going on in his mind?" Jane thought to herself. Though her mind was disturbed, the delicious delicacies on her table were a greater distraction and the stakes she was munching on was really good. Even though she was listening to him, the thoughts of which food to try on next made it seem like she wasn't. Also, she wasn't contributing to what he was saying. "Are you listening?" George asked feeling a little embarrassed. He felt like he was talking to himself.

Max raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I know I shouldn't be doing this," she began to say. "It goes against everything I am," he was trying to understand what she was saying, and then she entered, pressing the "Stop" button to prevent the doors from closing and the elevator from descending. She approached him, and Max lowered his gaze to her. He noticed her irises dilating to the point of darkening, he saw every movement she made, but what drove him crazy was when she moistened her lips.

"Lila, what’s your deal?" My stomach twisted in confusion. I replied with a simple question mark. She shot back with a rolling-eyes emoji. "I didn’t invite you because I thought you were busy. And now you’re deliberately ignoring my post? Not liking it on purpose?" I sent another question mark. "No, I was just busy with Student Office work the last few days." Rachel fired back with another eye-roll emoji. "Wow, how coincidental. You just happened to be too busy to see my birthday post? Disgusting. What, did you scroll past it and pretend you didn’t see?"

they pulled her toward the cycle and as they found seats which were pillows on the floor, they all say down and Cynthia noticed that some people from earlier had left already. "What game", Timothy asked, "truth or dare," Jada spoke out quickly, it was a rule that the first suggestion takes the stage so they had to follow it. Jada looked at Cynthia provocatively, she had to make this piece of shit lose it today, that way, she'd never raise her head again. Cynthia gave Jada a polite smile feigning an ignorant character. Beverly saw the exchange and smirked inwardly, the enemy to my enemy is my friend. Since she had lost face earlier and couldn't voice her grievances, someone would, she felt sa

she said, pointing to the faded text on the page. Mia leaned closer. The title read, The Reflection Game. “What’s that?” asked Logan, sliding into the chair across from them. His leather jacket was damp from the rain, and he ran a hand through his wet blond hair. “It’s some kind of ritual,” Anna said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You light a candle, stand in front of a mirror, and say this chant three times. Supposedly, it shows you your destiny.” “Destiny?” Mia repeated, a skeptical look on her face. “That’s so fake.”

"What do you want?" "We're going to play a game, Erica. It's called Truth or Kill. You have two choices: either I kill the four people whose photos I just sent you, or you get into your car, drive to the Rossi Enterprise, tell everyone the truth, and beg for forgiveness." She choked on a sob, her mind racing. "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt them." "Good. Now, listen carefully. Do not hang up the call. I am watching you, and one wrong move will lead to a kill in our little game."