John Doe Game Novels & Stories

I was going to intercept his shipments, turn his allies against him, and meet him on the battlefield of the underworld—and he wouldn't even know it was me until I was holding the knife to his throat. "Let the game begin, Kai," I whispered into the dark.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

his voice came in a whisper this time and she gasped. “I need you Jennifer,” he said with puppy eyes. “It’s Jenna," she corrected. “I don't care” he whispered again and she sighed frustratingly. Can today be any better for her? “What do you need me for?” she asked, losing her patience. “Impersonate my bride for the next one year” Bryan released the bombshell and Jenna didn't only gasp, her eyes widened broadly. “What?!!”

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

The audience responded with cheers, shouts, and bursts of laughter. Even I had to acknowledge that he possessed an undeniable presence. Still, it wasn’t enough to hold my attention for long. “Ferdie Johnson of Team Red.” I exhaled slowly as the lights dimmed again. Ferdie was one of Damon’s lackeys, so I wasn’t interested in him at all. He performed some kind of magic trick, but I could see right through every illusion. I let out a quiet sigh, lifting a hand to my face as I suppressed a yawn. Honestly, the premise of the first game was ridiculous—a beauty contest? But then again, I already knew this wasn’t the real game. This was just the beginning.

"Good morning, Joe." "Hey, I'm sorry I woke up late." I told him and sat down on the chair, watching them play a game. Joe cleared his throat. "The game looks interesting, we should join them and play," He suggested and we walked towards them and sat on the floor. "So what game are you guys playing?" He asked. "Truth or dare." "Argggh, it's really common and boring." Joe told them. I disagreed immediately. "In my opinion, this is one of my favorite games, it's also fun to know the player's secret and dare them to do something hard."

And now, here they were. “Shit.” “Johnny. Watch your mouth.” She glanced over her shoulder into the backseat. “What’s wrong?” The old Gameboy she’d bought for him at a thrift store in Clifton Heights warbled. Arcs of light from the tiny screen played across Johnny’s forehead, accentuating the angles of his nose and cheeks, flaring in the hollows under his eyes. “Only two lives left. Thing’s fuckin’ hard.” She faced forward and squinted at the rain-blurred road. “Don’t swear, honey. It’s crude.”

I retouched my make-up a little bit and scanned myself at the mirror. “What do you need?” Tanong ko nang maramdaman na may nakatayo sa may gilid ko. “What games are you playing at? Going to the event with that guy? Letting him wrap his hands around you.” Tanong sa akin ni Gideon. I sighed and fixed myself.