John Doe Game Novels & Stories

The stump of his leg dragged through the snow, leaving a long, vivid trail of blood behind him. He pressed his filthy, mud-blackened hands over his face as he scrambled, terrified that I might look at him for even one second longer. I stood still and watched him flail and struggle in the snow. I felt nothing. No anger. No pity. No satisfaction from revenge fulfilled. The past Lily had died in that basement apartment. And the man groveling in the gutter before me meant less to me than a stranger. He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself.

At that moment, the system's voice sounded in my mind. "Due to a required system update, your soul will remain in this world for a while longer." I nodded, having no objections. In truth, I was curious. If Luna realized that the person she had killed was me, how would she react? Levi didn't even dare to come closer and check my injuries. It wasn't until the doctor arrived and turned my body over that he finally cried out in shock, "Noah?" But the next second, excitement lit up his entire face. "Noah is dead. Does that mean Luna is definitely mine now?"

"Sweeping the floor, +1 point." "Getting first place, +100 points." "Getting scolded, -20 points." "Breathing, -100 points." "Living, -10,000 points." That last line, the pen tip tore through the paper. "Dad, are my points enough to trade for my life? If there's a next life, I don't want to accumulate any more points. I just want to be a human being." Dad stared at the piece of paper, his eyes bulging.

Not performing the consideration actually doing it, which I was starting to understand was just how he operated, everything at its own pace, nothing rushed. "That I'm a bad loser," he said. "People assume athletes are used to losing. That it's part of the deal, you process it and move on." He looked back at me. "I hate losing. Like, genuinely. My roommate makes himself scarce after a bad game because I need about two hours to be a functional human again." He paused. "I don't think that's admirable. I just think it's true." I looked at him. "Also," he said, with the specific tone of someone adding a footnote, "I'm terrified of geese. Like, genuinely, pathologically. There are geese by the eas

I lean in close, gripping her jaw so she has to look at me. "I'm going to ask you for the last time, Quinn," I whisper calmly. "Did she really try to drown you? We’re going to play a game. Tap the tub once for yes. Tap twice for no." Before she can answer, I dunk her in again. I push her deeper this time. She struggles, her fingernails scratching against the porcelain. And then I hear it. Tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap. She’s tapping the side of the tub so fast it sounds like a drumroll. Twice. She even tapped more than twice.

can I borrow your phone to make a call? Her phone felt heavy in my hand as I ran back home. My hands trembled as I gathered some of the blood in a nylon bag as evidence, my stomach twisting at the sight of it. Then I went to Dad’s study. Everything was untouched and looked fine. The house seemed pretty normal like someone had been here and cleaned their tracks. After rummaging through documents, I finally found it. A file of his previous bodyguards. Draven Northway. Dad’s most loyal guard. The only one who hadn’t betrayed him.

He deserved the beating a little. "Phil stop! You're going to kill him!" She tried pulling him off but the wounded lion was far from listening. "Philip stop!" She shouted but to no avail. Poor James, if he knew that this game he was paid for was going to be like this, he definitely wouldn't have accepted the Job. Why on earth did he even try touching her. He should have just stuck to the plan instead of taking advantage of the situation. He swore never to play such games again.

" I replied as I offered him a glass of wine. He drank from my hand as he took one of the bread and placed on my mouth. I moaned at the taste before I was suddenly picked up by the youths males and raised as they jubiliated. Darius laughed as they handed me to the women who quickly changed my clothes to be identical to there's and covered my hair before they explained the game. We would all cover our faces with identical outfits to test familiarity and intimacy. It wasn't a game to make or break the relationship, it was rather to build it and tease the men as all the men would play too since it was people with partners that played. The game started and I didn't move much, avoiding being the

Except one. Dawn.

"Shane, I'm here for a mission. I hope you can cooperate." When he heard my voice, Shane bounced to his feet in excitement. "Janine, you’ve finally figured it out! You’re coming back with me, right? "I knew it, you wouldn’t abandon me!" He looked in my direction with glee. "I'm here to kill you." My cold tone seemed to send a chill down his spine. "W-What did you say?" The System announced, "You have failed in completing your mission. The punishment shall be carried out by Janine Grover."