John Doe Game Novels & Stories

“Now that the queen has officially turned twenty-five, it’s time to play a game!” I groaned immediately. “Oh no. No games, Sandra. The last time we played one, I ended up kissing that creepy waiter at the bar.” Amara burst out laughing. “And he still follows her on I*******m till today!” “Exactly!” I said, pointing accusingly. “That’s why we’re not doing this.” But they were already ignoring me. Joyce clapped her hands together. “Truth or dare!” A chorus of cheers filled the room. Sandra smirked and handed me a half-filled shot glass. “Rules are simple… if you refuse a truth or dare, you drink. And no chickening out.”

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

“And I’d hate for everyone to find out about your illegal fights. And about the little gold you left me, you must have been in quite a rush, weren’t you?” The corner of his mouth twitches, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, he straightens and moves on to the next girl, his smile still firmly in place. To anyone watching, he’s the picture of composure, but I see the tightness in his jaw, the subtle clench of his fists. I release a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My hands are clammy, my pulse erratic. The officials enter the room, their voices carrying over the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to commence the games.”

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

“You’re seriously messing with me, ain’t you?” System: “…” Byul glanced at Hassan and then asked the system. “Let me see his stats.” The system beeped and the screen displayed Hassan’s profile and skill section. [Duke Hassan Level 5 Ability: None Status; jiangshi (rare) Attack +10 Defense +50] Byul widened his eyes as he stared at the stats section. Look at that defense! Is that the reason he’s not burning from the sun anymore?! Byul chuckled and look at Hassan with a proud expression on his face.

I went down the tree house and ran, Luke, then chased after me… I stopped and Luke proceeded on tickling me, I forced myself to laugh even though I didn't feel anything. "Say… I thought of a new game," I said to them as casually as possible. All of them, without delay, gathered around me, "What is it?" 'The conditioning seems to be a success' "Killers and Targets!" I said, "You can be a target or you can be a killer… we have a card here and each card has a role you should reenact."

"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.

Rionard, one of Kenzo's bodyguards apart from Shawn, and without prompting he pushed the door shut. Not far from the altar, there was an old man standing with Shawn who was pointing a gun at the old man's temple. "Hey Old Man. How are you?" said Kenzo casually in the middle of the room, not fitting the situation. The Old Man, who incidentally is a priest, looks scared. Shawn pressed the gun harder against him's temple. And it was Kenzo who saw the gleam of fear in Eros' eyes, that Old Man's name. Kenzo flashed a smile of happiness. "You look very scared, Old Man."

I pulled it out, hoping it wasn’t Jonathan checking on me, because I couldn’t talk to him right now. It was a text from an unknown number. Enjoying your morning? This is just the beginning. …D My hands started shaking again. I threw the phone across the room, not caring where it landed. Then I curled up on my bed, still clutching the pillow, and tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do. Because one thing was clear…Daniel was playing a game. And he was enjoying being a psychopath if bastard. I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up hours later to my phone ringing.

He immediately pulled me outside the gate. He was about to lead me to his car but I did not flinch. "Wait up, what are we gonna talk about, Primo?" "Of course, the deal," he replied. "No deal for today. She's going with me." Doom appeared in a black shirt paired with cargo pants.