Make-believe Game Novels & Stories

"I know I joined it but I can't remember what kind of game. All I remember is I came here and I said I was going to volunteer. But can you explain the game?" "A game where while you're asleep, your mind travels to the other world and there are things happening to you that are associated with reality. But the truth is it's just like a long dream, you'll meet other people but when you wake up you will forget everything that happened to you. " Explanation of this. "What is the title of that game?" "The game is called Silence ... or K.I.S.S" I frowned.

“Whatever organ you land on… will be removed.” Once more silence. Except this was deafening. It was heavy, and suffocating. My stomach turned. “And yes,” it added cheerfully, “you might survive. Probably, or not.” Someone vomited, probably from irritation The doll clapped again, ignoring the young man like he was just acting. “Let the games begin!” “The first mini-game is the BLIND TRUST GAME." The floor shifted, pushing us to the sides. A massive chessboard stretched before us.

Grayson puts on his blind fold, and Iris says, “Remember to hide.” “From what?” He asks even though he guesses that they will not tell him what he should hide from. “If we tell you now, what is the essence of the game?” Mirabel asks with a sinister grin. “Your grin scares me,” he mumbles. “It probably should.” Iris, Kimora and Malisha nod in agreement. “Now put on your blindfold if you wanna play, or you can leave my home,” Mirabel says. “Mind you, even if you do not want to play, you will

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

"Zander, get your ass out here. We move in 10. You need to get out here and be briefed on our course of action and your position. Dont make me command you son. Remember the last time?" Yeah another thing about an alphas command, he may noy be able to command you to make a sandwich, but he can manipulate his command to include not letting anyone out alive. So instead of just commanding us to "fight in this war" he could say "fight in this war, and make sure you kill every last one of them." Or he coukd be an arsewhole and just say "fight with me, and slaughter the offspring." Yeah no thanks. And besides, its also very painful. It's like you have tunnel vision. Only that command, until you hav

The generic arcade game sounds started to play as the monkey threw down the barrels looking to knock us down and keep us from getting to Katrina. “THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT! Misogynistic fucking video game bullshit!” Katrina was shouting as I was smashing barrels after August would jump them. “Way to perpetuate the damsel stereotype! Melania, I will make you wish you were never born!!!” She continued to shout.

"But what if he, you know, expects me to have sex with him?" "Just do it, Girl," Lucy had said. "Enjoy unadulterated sex with a complete stranger. For once, let yourself go. You deserve it after what you've been through. No strings, no expectations, no waiting by the phone tomorrow. Trust me, it's exhilarating."

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.