Michael Jackson Horror Game Novels & Stories

It was just about to loosen when a mechanical voice suddenly rang in my ear. “Hello, your romance system has arrived.” My romance system was finally online. But the very next second, it continued: “Emergency alert. Due to a processing error, you were transmitted into the wrong game. This is not a dating-sim otome game. This is a horror game. Special note: the person you are currently attempting to overpower is the final boss of the horror game.” My scalp went numb. Electricity ran down my spine. Even my fingers trembled. What? I was in the wrong game?

Poor guy spent years getting this place just right, and now it's getting wrecked by these dense fools who think they own everything. "My gaming setup!" Jackson yells as his PlayStation gets crushed under falling debris. How the hell did he carry a gaming station through the portal? "I just bought the new FIFA!" He cries out again. "Really?" Luna asked sarcastically, looking at him as if she were imagining ways to smash his head against a wall. "We're about to die and you're worried about soccer games?" "It's football, and yes!" Jackson shoots back. "Some of us have priorities! Damn it!"

“But don’t worry. I like liars. They make the game more interesting.” Her pulse hammered, every nerve betraying her training. She told herself it was strategy, that playing along was safer than pushing back. But the truth was more dangerous. She noticed him, noticed the strength of his palm, the way his thigh brushed hers, the subtle command in his movements. She hated that her body responded. She hated it even more when his head dipped lower, his breath feathering across her neck.

The central air conditioning simply wasn't enough to cool down the thick, heavy layer of sexual tension that had built up in the small space between the three of us. Suddenly, Mike let out a rough exhale, abruptly hitting the pause button on his game controller and tossing it down onto the glass table with a loud clatter. He turned his torso completely toward me, his dark eyes narrowing into a dangerous, calculating stare. “This is getting entirely too boring,” Mike said suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet room like a dare. He smirked slightly, his eyes tracking the way my chest rose and fell. “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

The instant I took over the administrator's position, the mechanical voice echoed through the instance once more. "Game forcibly initiated. All players must enter Happy Home within thirty minutes. Failure to comply will result in consequences at your own risk." In an instant, everyone shuddered violently. They rushed toward the residential complex in a frantic stampede. After they had all entered, my mother carefully used her ghost energy to heal me. She examined me over and over again, checking every inch of my body. Only after confirming I had no other injuries did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I feigned relaxation and was just about to speak when Lloyd ran over, like a shark smelling blood. Worked up, he pointed at me and Wendy, then said to the reporters, “Can you believe them?! They’re actually cheating in public! Take their photos! Wendy Clark won’t be able to hide this!” He sounded really excited, and his features were twisted, which made him look like a monster. However, the cameras trained on me turned to Lloyd, taking him by surprise. Just as he wondered whether they had been bought over, Wendy slapped him in the face, stunning him so much that he found himself unable to react.

In truth, it was because I knew she liked motorcycles. "You said you wanted something exciting, right? To me, this is as exciting as it gets." The bike wasn’t anything special, but the thrill was, especially for someone like her, who had always been in control. Now she was sitting behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. I sped down the road, twisting the throttle, barely touching the brakes. "Slow down! Slow down!" she shouted, but I ignored her. The "suspension bridge effect" occurs when individuals in a state of high anxiety experience an adrenaline rush that the brain misinterprets as romantic attraction rather than fear. That was exactly what I wanted.

It was the exact look I'd never been able to resist in the past—the reason I'd given in over and over again. But after their repeated betrayal, that same expression now made my skin crawl. I shook Nova off without the slightest hesitation. She staggered and fell right into Luke's arms. I couldn't be bothered to spare them another glance. I turned and walked straight into my private game room, put on my full-body haptic suit, and ordered, "Adrian, open the horror game to the public. Now." This equipment had been custom-made for me by the company. It was completely different from the simple headset setup Nova had given me in the game room at home.

He said quietly, “Mr. Miller, something seems to be not right.” Jackson nodded. “You can take action as you see fit.” The third round was an interaction game. The game that day was called ‘First Experience of Love—Happiness is Waiting for You at the Other Side of the Galaxy’. A male guest would need to have his eyes covered as he walked around an obstacle course with Yvonne on his back. Yvonne would be in charge of telling him what to do. The goal of the game was to determine who had the most compatibility with Yvonne.

he asked in a husky voice. "Good morning, I'm fine,I just feel sore.."I said. He removed the bed covers still covering me and he immediately gasped. I wondered why. I looked down and saw a blood stain. I just blushed Michael's POV Seeing the blood stain made me realize she was a virgin. I felt really honoured, my manly Ego increased. "You were a virgin...why didn't you tell me?"I asked her "I wanted it to be a surprise gift" as soon as she said that I kissed her.