Lost Stars Game Novels & Stories

The dress came almost to mid-thigh, so a lot of those legs were on display. He was not going to lie. He'd had fun with those legs. It was just a shame they were connected to the rest of her. Her face furrowed into a pained grimace. She crossed the room, stretching her hands out in front of her as if to grasp his. "I wanted to express my gratitude for consenting to attend the wedding. It means everything to Ryan and me. "I understand how painful it must be for you after I broke your heart." Casper just stood there staring at her. Part of him wished he could ask her what planet she lived on, but he already knew the answer. It was Kendall's globe, and everything revolved around her. Did she tru

In a fit of rage, she crashed her car into him. "Well, the two of them are still in the hospital. One is in a vegetative state, and the other is paralyzed. I'm not sure who's worse off." "Warren Group's been bought out, too. It's never coming back." After I heard of what happened, I quickly forgot about it. Because from the day I married Roscoe, Benji's name became like any other ordinary name in the world. I didn't dwell on it, and I'd never think of him again.

He says “You have all made it through the second sub-level of the Lunar Games, except one.” His words were hollow. Another girl was missing. One more life is claimed by this absurd game. Two girls were dead. Their absence was just a reminder of how close we all were to death. "You’ll have time to rest before the next phase," Darius continued, his tone indifferent. "But don’t get too comfortable. The games are far from over." I didn’t need his reminder. The burning in my skin, the ache in my muscles, the emptiness in my chest, the memory of the dead girls—all of it was enough to keep me painfully aware of just how far from safety we were.

Emma and friends started the game. They read the rules of the game which stated that all players must be in pair of two and there should be only three team. They had to throw the die and any number that appear at the top had to be written with the magic pen in the open space in the book. The card they will pick was just a distraction for them not to know what’s happening in the game. It was going to make it look like it was a truth or dare game. If anyone did the dare or truth, they would have the chance to move the die and write the number.

I want her to reach her goals and dreams. “UNO!” I shout as I lay down a red number 4 on top of her yellow. She tilts her head, with a lifted eyebrow and smirks. I look back at her shocked as she yells UNO after laying a red slip down and then a draw 4 card. “You hustled me, Miss Davis.” I frown. This is the 9th time she has beaten me at this game. “I want to play again.” I say.

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

The Harvest Moon—once swollen and crimson—hung dull and colorless above, a pale coin surrounded by ragged clouds. For a long time, he didn’t move. The silence pressed down, too heavy to trust. When he finally lifted his head, flakes of silver dust slid from his hair and caught faint light, glimmering like dying stars. The ground beneath him was no longer solid earth but fractured glass, slick with a mirrored sheen that distorted his reflection when he leaned close. “Kaelen!” Mireya’s voice cut through the stillness. She pushed through the fog, her coat streaked with ash, her eyes wide and rimmed with exhaustion. Behind her, two surviving wolves limped—one bleeding, the other with its tail dr

“Because from where I’m standing… you’re losing everything in real time.” The words landed harder than he intended. Because part of the room believed him. — Across the city, Ethan stood alone beside a quiet roadside. The morning wind brushed past him, but he barely noticed it. His phone rested in his hand. Unknown contact. He stared at the screen for a moment before pressing call. One ring. Two. Then— “Victor.” “Mr. Cross,” the calm voice answered immediately. “I was expecting your call.” Ethan kept his gaze fixed on the distance. “My wife’s company is under attack,” he said flatly.

This time, he will have to come to her and say sorry. But her eyes wandered to him, stealing glances. Ok, so he was dressed in a white t–shirt and jeans with casual shoes. His eyes were boring into her skull, but she looked out the window as the car made its way out of the parking. To pass her time, she took out her phone and started her favorite game Clash of Clans. His eyes were still on hers but she couldn’t care less.

In spite of everything, her breath quickened as she recalled all the times he’d tenderly caressed her face. “When you lost your memory, you regained your lost innocence and faith. And somehow you made me find mine,” Gabriel whispered. “Just give me the chance to love you. Test me as you will. Let me prove my love for you.” She thought she saw a shimmer of tears in his eyes. The mighty Gabriel De León… crying? No, it was another of his cruel, selfish games. She thought of how he’d ruthlessly wooed her in Venice, tricking her into marriage with romance and soft words only to punish her the moment they were married.