Lying Game Novels & Stories

Tyler said, folding his hand around his chest. "Hiding something?. You really got to be kidding me….". Mina denied it before laughing out. But Tyler wasn't falling for her trick this time around. "Fine, I'll tell you all you need to know". She said before she began. "This game is called, secret secret, and when playing this kind of game, no one else except the people playing it are supposed to know. That's why my voice was really low, because I didn't want anyone else to hear our discussion about the game rules". Mina explained. "Gosh, I'm a good liar!". She thought to herself.

“Not as much as I'm going to like it, that's for sure. – That smile, that barely seemed real it was so beautiful, suddenly became mysterious – But, please, can you go get the deck and the cards… I have a proposal for you when you get back. - The lascivious way he murmured that, running his long fingers through her palm, before releasing her, made her feel so hot that she wanted to take off those pajamas at that very moment, right in front of him. Shaking her head to dispel thoughts of hot, sweaty sex, Missy found herself practically flying to the small closet in her bedroom where she kept all her games, quickly grabbing the small box of pins and playing cards. They were inspired by character

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

The two of them headed to the house's gaming room. Inside, there were top-of-the-line gaming computers. Grace and Caleb started playing a tower defense game. The game was called "Legends of Triumph" and had nearly 800 million registered users worldwide. After playing only two rounds, they were thoroughly defeated by the opposing team. Grace, feeling defeated, slumped in her gaming chair. "Caleb, we're terrible. We need some help." "Okay, I'll arrange for some assistance right away."

“What kind of game is that? Come on, you guys, stop acting like you don’t know Maya’s stalling.” “It’s simple,” Maya said defensively. “When I say ‘Color name, color name,’ you call out any color. Don’t repeat what someone else said. If you repeat it, you’re out.” David groaned. “Boring. Come on, we’re not gonna play that. What are we, sixteen?” “I agree with them,” Emma said quietly. “We can’t play that game.” “So then what game are we gonna play?” Luther asked, looking around the table. His eyes gleamed like he already knew the answer.

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

Gabriel POV I blink. How on earth does she know that? And as if she can read my mind, she splashes some water on me. "It's easy to read you, Gabriel. Let's start the game." Last time I checked, I'm an excellent poker player. I rub my face to clean my head from 'inappropriate fantasy' like she said. "Okay. What do you want to play?" "The game is called past tense." "Past tense?" "Yes. We're going to talk about our past. So it's called past tense."

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

I was preparing to play against the guy I'd fallen in love with. Against the guy whose heart I'd broken. I honestly didn't know how the hell I was supposed to separate the two. I rubbed a hand over my face. "Damn it." Friday was going to be a fucking nightmare. I locked my phone and tossed it onto the bed beside me. I turned around and laid on my stomach. I buried my face in my pillow and let out a long, frustrated groan. This was the biggest game of the season. And with the form we were on and the form the Lions were on, everyone on the team truly believed we could win this time. They were excited. It was all they have been talking about.

“ Any idea what the game is about? “ “ Do I look like an official? “ Lindy's reply was cold again. “ Any words of advice for this round? “ Jeane asked. Lindy tightened her gaze, “ Focus on your shit and stop depending on your sister. Now that is advice. “ Jeane was thrown into more anxiety after her short discourse with Lindy, but she took Maria's advice and decided to focus on the game. When the girls arrived at the hall, Thane continued to say, “ Welcome to round 4 girlies, the title of this game is dick riding. As the name implies, you each get 3 minutes to climb our dicks and ride it. Whoever can make us cum in that time period has a winning chance. “ “ Your job is to pleasure our dicks