Make-believe Game Novels & Stories

Mia's POV The following few months are hectic. I have to go to parties with Riccardo, and the women are all very catty and awful, but I keep smiling. I have become stronger and more confident as my business is growing daily. We started generating an income after all the test runs we did. The people are downloading our games, and soon we have people advertising on our little cell phone game. Everyone is talking about the game and enjoying playing the game online. The game is about the only survivors during a zombie apocalypse. It helps people to escape their daily reality, live and play in a post-apocalyptic world and meet other players with whom they can form an alliance or fight against. We

Elaine and Tony had passed on that idea so that just left Blake, Brock, Andrea and Melissa. Andrea said that it’s weird to play drinking games with her brothers, so she left to go up to bed. Which loosely translated she was going to go FaceTime her friends. That left Melissa, Blake and Brock. “Ok so how about we play monopoly with a twist?” Blake suggested. Brock and Blake explained the rules. When you land on another’s property the owner of said property tells you how much the rent is and what to drink, you pay the rent and chug a drink.

K Whatever suddenly felt the need of hugging him tightly as if not wanting to let him go, she whispered, "How about the ‘Bring Me’ game?" The gigantic evil spirit was surprised. It was his favorite game of all. "I will bring you something you ask...." K whatever explained, "If I bring it over before sunrise, I win, and you will be mine while I stay in this world. If I don’t, do what you want from me, but leave the little boy alone." As the gigantic evil spirit slightly engulfed the reaper with his terrifying aura, what she whispered was only heard by the two of them. He accepted the rules of the game, "All right."

Blaise whines behind me. I could leave you here. Let them take you. Or we could jump together and you use your magick to hopefully save us. Tell me now, I mindlink him. Blaise stands and grabs my hand. “Fine. Let’s do it.” Surprise crosses Gwyn ap Nudd’s face. “What are you doing, Aubrey Snow?” “Making sure that you never get us,” I say. And then Blaise and I turn and jump.

“Why don’t you join us? The kids were just saying they wanted to play a game.” “Oh, I’d love to,” she chirps, her eyes gleaming with that saccharine charm. “What kind of game?” I motion toward Hazel. “Tell her.” Hazel looks up with a bright smile. “It’s called truth or magic.” Rachelle laughs a little too quickly, her gaze flickering. “Oh, how fun.” The rules are simple—one person tells a truth, the other performs a “magic” trick. We invented it five minutes ago, just for her.

I promised. As we walked down the long path toward the residential block, Maple began to explain his latest idea at considerable length. "Mommy, I invented a brand new game today at the nursery! It is called Lava Bridge. It has seventeen rules, and you have to listen to all of them so we can play tonight." "Seventeen rules?" I asked, matching my pace to theirs. "That sounds like a very serious game." "It is!" Maple said, his arms waving as he talked. "Rule number one is you cannot touch the red rug because the red rug is hot. Rule number two is you can only step on the green pillows. And rule number three is Rosy cannot be the monster because she always cheats."

But since it was Caleb’s choice, she searched for the game and gave the console to the child. “Help me play this, okay?” Caleb said with a puppy look on his face. “No problem. I’ll help you with all that I can!” Bea looked determined and excited as the game started. The two watched the tutorial carefully. She smiled when she realized that it was a farming game with the goal of making a farm prosper and building up a town. “Wow. I thought this was a ghost town…” Caleb mumbled. “Could there be a town as bad as this?” “Well, that’s the point of the game after all.” Bea chuckled.

he asked, and I frowned, giving him an I know what you are trying to do look, and he laughed. I gaped at him, the rich sound of his laughter warming my heart. "I won't fall for your scheme, Belshar. Prepare to be seduced," I said, then boldly hiked up the dress I was wearing, and I watched as his gaze dropped to my thighs. "Wanna play a game?" He asked, his eyes moving to my face, and I arched a brow. "What kind of game, Belshar" "Rock paper scissors. If I win, you just spend time with me without trying to drive me crazy and if you win, you can do whatever you want"

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."

“Gardner, I’ll give you another one. I’ll give you three more. For the sake of our many years of friendship, don’t make things so difficult for me. Please, Ajay, I’m usually nice to you. Please help me out. Weston, please help me out. The next level is likely to be a multiplayer game. Yes, it’s a multiplayer game. If you kill me, it won’t be good for you. You can’t kill me!” Belina’s face was full of tears as she cried and pleaded. However, her companions’ faces were cold, and none of them spoke up for her. Gardner’s cold face revealed a trace of a cold smile as he said, “Belina, what’s wrong with you? What nonsense are you talking about? How can we kill you? We are now a community of fates.