Michael Jackson Horror Game Novels & Stories

I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

Matteo discovered the secret, because he accidentally witnessed Alice and Rachel who were racing to finish two plates shrimp at a restaurant. Alice is finally the winner of this crazy game, but Alice's safety is almost threatened, after the audience disperses. In the Hospital... "You're stupid," Matteo said. Alice, who was lying weakly on the hospital bed, she stared weakly at Matteo. "If you already know about this secret, please don't tell Kenzo." "So all this time you've been covering up about your illness from Kenzo?" asked Matteo, standing by Alice's bedside.

Hey, don’t run, We can play together, I become the It, you will hide, Cover your mouth, don’t even scream, Coz’ I can hear your short breath well. Tap… Tap… Tap… The sound of the heels resonated louder. Hey, don’t run, Let’s play a little game and have fun, Don’t shout and hide well, Just wait, I’m coming, Look out, I’ll be by your side. “What is this?” Edmund’s body was screaming in agony. The horror tone of the voice made him full-blown panic of uncertainty.

Michael commented from the gaming chair next to me. "Dude, I beat you all the time. If she beat me, that means she can beat you." Michael curled his lips and shook his head. "She must be cheating. What other games can you play?" "I'm good at Mortal Kombat." "Shut up." Michael nodded at James and he quickly switched the game over. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink right next to me. Michael flicked his lighter and lit the blunt we were working on and passed it to me after he took a hit.

He is such a psycho. I start the game with my anxiety already rising. Honestly, I’m not quite fond of these horror games, even if they are certainly capturing. As Giovanni gets back, bringing some screams of pleasure into the room, I hold up the box to him. “A horror game? Really? Do you want me to die scared?” He grins slyly as he puts down a bowl with crushed ice holding bottles of champagne. I look at it lifting my brow. “You must feel awfully thirsty.”

A man with a scar across his cheek let out a sharp laugh and looked me up and down like I was trash. “You should take them. Isn’t seducing monsters your specialty in every dungeon?” He smirked and leaned in. “Tell me, which one was better in bed last time? The one in red, or that pretty boy with the mole under his eye?” He was talking about the two anomalies who stayed with me until the very end in the Rose Manor dungeon. One was Jackson in the red coat. Hot-headed and reckless, but completely devoted to me. The other was Zero, the one with the tear mole. Gentle on the surface, quietly dangerous underneath, always protecting me without making a big deal out of it.

As for where he was in the dark of night, well, he was right by my food stall. The audience easily guessed that something sinister was going on, and their discussion reached a fever pitch. [The newbie is done for. The players have started killing one another.] [The scariest part of this horror game isn’t just the ghouls. Sometimes players are even more ruthless to one another.] [Her cooking might be able to win over the ghoul NPCs, but it won’t do much against another player’s longsword!] [What’s she going to do now? Can someone communicate with Camden? I can spend money to convince him not to do it. I’ll spend whatever it takes!]

“My brother made sure I was well aware of all the tricks any guy might use to use me as an attempt to climb the pack hierarchy. So keep any ideas of strip poker to yourself. I’d hate for you to take the walk of shame already.” Michael gave me a grin that sent my heart into an erratic beat. God, he was attractive when he dropped the mask. “Think you’d beat me? Let’s see if you can back up that mouth of yours.” Michael leaned over and a box of game tokens on the table. They were a mix of Monopoly houses, some shaped like wooden logs, and others were simple plastic disks. As he gave each token a value, I couldn’t help but grow a little suspicious. “You had this all planned out, didn’t you?”

"The people you're involved with are dangerous, and they'll stop at nothing to end your life." Michael's eyes are cast down, and I gently tilt his head up, forcing him to meet my gaze. His eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, I see fear in his eyes. "They won't hesitate to use you and discard you like trash, you're just a pawn in their game, Michael. But I can offer you protection if you cooperate." I press on to make him see the reasons. "I..." Michael starts, but his voice trails off. Then, without warning, his body begins to jerk violently, like he's having a seizure. I watch in horror.

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.