Interactive Choice Game Novels & Stories

"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."

Lily is sitting on the other end resting her head on it's supporting armchair with her legs spread out to the end of the couch where I'm sitting with my legs placed on the floor. "What sort of game?" I finally ask. She lifts her leg from the couch to the floor bending slightly to pick the bag she's been hiding the whole time. She removes our clothes first from it before removing five books and spreading them on the table. "What is this, a nerd game?" She laughs and straighten from the table, although I don't find my comment to be funny. Lily moves closer to me, our legs touching. She's so close I can smell her cherry-strawberry scent. "This is how the game works. We will both take turns to p

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

Rajeev's face was alight with joy, his laughter mingling with Gnapika's as they strategized their next moves. Abhi paused, taking in the scene. The game was simple yet captivating, with rows of small pits holding the vibrant stones. Each player took turns picking up stones from one of their pits and distributing them one by one into the subsequent pits, aiming to capture more stones than the other. It was a game of skill, calculation, and a bit of luck, and it was clear that both Rajeev and Gnapika were deeply immersed in it.

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

We scoped the room, there were 4 cameras in each corner and a speaker above the doors. "Hey hey hey." A voice came out of the speaker. "I'm gonna be the game master for today's festivity. If you look in front of you, you'll see the tables, each one designated to their doors, both of you will pick any paper but you can't pick the same one. In each paper card, there lies a question, I have all the answers to said question. The game is very simple, you pick a card, answer the question and if you get it right, I'll unlock the door you chose but if you get it wrong..." The deep, dark voice from before cut off and Logan's voice came on. "YOU DIE!!... I'm just kidding, you get a go round." "Logan?

She started off, the enthusiasm was loud amid her cheery smile. “What game is this?” “The Question game.” My brows raised, signaling her to continue. “We are going to take turns asking each other a question. If you refuse to answer, you drink a glass of soju bomb. Each answer should always end with a question. You understand?” “Sure.” “You understand?” She repeated. For a second, I was clueless, then I realized I should end with a question. “Oh. I didn’t know we’ve already started. Should I ask first?”

“Because I played one for over eight hours straight.” “Well, this one isn't stressful, so please.” She said and he nodded. “Okay, the game is called Wishes, Truth & Lies.” She said and he nodded urging her to go on. “All you have to do is make three wishes, tell me three truths and three lies, and I will tell you the one that is true and will tell you the one that is a lie, if I am correct, you will do anything I want and if I am not correct, you will give me money.”