Multiple Choice Games Text Based

On my first day at the urology department, I stumble upon an affair between a female doctor and her patient. When I push open the clinic door, I hear a woman's muffled moans coming from behind the screen. Then, the screen rattles as bodies clash against it. I stand at the door, not knowing what to do.

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"

She was sold by her ruthless father to the powerful mafia lord, Lorenzo as an alliance to get back at Giovanni, their archenemy. Being a pawn in their games of power and dominance, Isabella had no choice than to play along. Amidst the power tussle, lies and deceit, she finds herself falling helplessly for the mafia Lord, who only wanted her for his pleasures and business.

Everyone says Brandon Foster loves me to the bone. I'm the only one who knows he has a secret lover—a poor student I once sponsored. On our wedding night, he brushed me off with the excuse of needing to entertain the guests. In truth, he was busy fooling around with her. Well, I don't care about that anymore. I have cancer, and my time is running out. I don't expect him and his lover to both lose their minds when they find out, though.

They called her life’s work trash. Then they fired her from her job. Now, she’ll rewrite the rules of the afterlife itself. Elara Vance, after being fired from her dream job, comes home to find her boyfriend and her sister in a compromising position on her sofa. Fleeing the scene, she runs into traffic and wakes up…not dead, but conscripted. The rules of the Survival Game are simple: as a newly deceased soul, you must provide entertainment, “fancy” deaths for a cosmic audience. The penalty for refusal is true, final obliteration. Elara’s only hope is Cipher, a mysterious man who knows the Game better than anyone. He is also “Aethon”—the revolutionary AI she personally coded and deleted. The creation she abandoned is now her only guide. To survive, this anxiety-ridden horror writer must team up with her greatest regret. To win, they must do more than beat the system. They must tear it down and write a new one.

Tom Howard had spoiled Jane Lawson for more than 20 years. She had thought that they would naturally end up together, get married, have children, and live a happy life. Until one day, Tom brought a girl back and told her. "Jane, she's your sister-in-law."

Akala ni Averill Alarcon, sapat na ang sakit nang ipagpalit siya ng nobyo sa ibang babae. Pero hindi pala roon nagtatapos ang kanyang pagkawasak. Sa isang iglap, itinapon siya ng kumpanyang itinayo niya sa sariling kamay — siniraan, pinagtulungan, at itinaboy na parang walang kwenta. At sa gabi ng kanyang pagbagsak, dumating si Sebastian Dela Vega — ang CEO na kilalang walang puso, brutal sa negosyo, at mas bihasa sa laro ng kapangyarihan. Isang kasunduang kasal ang inalok niya… kapalit ng paghihiganti ni Averill sa mga taong sumira sa kanya. Pero sa likod ng kasunduang iyon, mas malupit pa pala ang kapalit. Dahil si Sebastian—hindi lang siya gagamitin, kundi unti-unting dudurugin… Kasal ba ito para sa kanyang tagumpay? O para tuluyang sirain siya

"This realm is your only chance of coming back to life in the mortal world, and if you attract those consequences, take note that you will die.” “Death?” I ask, mostly to myself. And to the voice, “What do you mean by 'I’m on my way to death'?” ~~~ Nova was having a bad day, and all she wanted was for the day to end already. But the universe seemed to have misunderstood her wish, because not only did her day not end, but she met with an accident that left her in a coma. As if that wasn't bad enough, she became trapped in a dimension between life and death, where she had to face a series of trials that would determine if she wakes... or fades from existence. Enter Zephyr, the spirit assigned to guide her to the light – her recovery. The spirit who never tried to disguise his want for her failure. The spirit she should've never fallen in love with. But in a world where survival is determined by the number of challenges a soul can conquer, the heart still found its way around love. With her complicated feelings in an already complicated world, Nova must decide what she's truly fighting for – her life, or the one being who's capable of ending it. *** In a short time, the remaining one hundred and twelve souls are pushed out. When we’re complete and standing, a voice – different from on the bus – greets us. “Welcome, Souls, to the survival games.”

There's a ten-car collision on the highway, and I'm trapped in one of ten. For some reason, none of the ambulances can get to us. I desperately call my boyfriend to ask for help. I expect him to immediately come to my rescue, but he merely snaps at me. "Yvette didn't even make a sound when she sliced her finger. Couldn't you have just dodged when the accident happened? You're not crippled or anything! Stop being so childish at your age!" He doesn't want me to disturb him anymore, so he blocks my number. Fortunately, a kind soul saves me and takes me to the hospital. I survive the ordeal. When I leave the hospital, I see a breaking news report on the screen in the lobby. "Love exists in the world! Mr. Fenton spends a fortune to gather the city's ambulances to save his true love when she slices her finger!" The news report makes my heart ache. I pull out the ring I was going to use for my proposal and throw it away without hesitation. Henry Fenton and I have been together for 14 years, but I don't want the relationship anymore.

On the day of our engagement, as we were driving to the banquet hall, a man holding a few-month-old baby stepped in front of our car. My first thought was that it was some kind of scam. I was about to get out and deal with him when I saw the panic on his face. "Cassidy," he said desperately, "our baby won't stop crying. Do you think something's wrong?" The moment she heard that, my fiancée shoved me out of the car. She took off with them without a single glance back. I just stood there in shock. So this was the truth. She'd been hiding a child with her ex all along. Alone, I went to the banquet hall to handle what remained of our celebration. Later, she called. "I feel terrible about this," she said. "I thought if I gave him the baby and gave you the marriage, it would balance things out. But when Stanley showed up today, I realized—he's the only one I want." I was done with her games. If that's how she felt, I'd walk away. So I made a simple phone call. "Grandma, I'm coming home. I'm ready to run the family business now."