Novel & Cerita My Island, My Game

Jeff who was also having the same thought as Luna asked. "The fucking thing is fucking with us." Wei growled, kicking on a stone. "Do they think it's a game or something?" "It's a game." Luna cracked up. First they crossed a bridge, entered a cave, got stuck in a trance, which Salvador figured out. Then they were seperated and flushed down like nothing. Someone died. And now they are walking–dead people who were supposedly killed by a fire night before. The fucking Island isn't just killing them off, it's also making a game out of it. She laughed bitterly.

There was no scenario I could imagine where Anya left this island a virgin, and the only acceptable option for her losing it was to me. If I could just find her in this fucking place. I’d been stumbling around for almost an hour now, and that’s exactly what it felt like–stumbling. I had no clue how to proceed, so I just walked ever forward and hoped I would stumble across her before someone else did. It was an inefficient way to play, especially since none of this felt like a game while immersed in it.

He placed it gently into my free hand. “Welcome home, Lena,” he murmured. “I bought you an island.” For a second, my brain short-circuited. I just stood there, staring at him, then at the paper in my hand, then back at the pristine paradise waiting for us. “You—” My voice broke on a stunned laugh. “You bought me a what?” “An island,” he repeated smoothly, as if he were announcing he’d picked up groceries. “Secluded. Safe. Untouchable. No paparazzi, no Vivian, no lies. Just us. You, me, and Isabella.”

"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!

Isabella said, crying. “Yes, the best thing is there is only a small lagoon between the islands, so we are building a connecting bridge between the two islands when we start construction on the facilities and bungalows on your island,” Amelie announced. “Wait, what if we lost the Newlywed Game?” I smirked, raising my eyebrows. “The winning team would have gotten only the trophy,” Nathan laughed. I looked at Isabella, and she was bawling her eyes out. “Isabella, are you ok?” I asked, hugging her.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Sa buwan na yan ay sumusuko na sila at mas pinipili na nalang nilang mamatay once na nadala na sila dito sa private island of Monrow's brother which is named after their bad sin, Torture and pleasure island. Nakatingin ako ngayon sa litrato ng isang 16-year old guy at nasa Junior high pa lang habang kausap ako ni Boss. He's older brother is my friend, nais ko sana umalma pero wala akong magawa. I love my family and my husband also. I cant lose 'em. Kapag sinuway ko si Boss Brock, alam kong mawawala na silang lahat pati Anak ko.

I’m back in my car. — My phone had buzzed once, signifying a text. I had wanted to ignore it because I was in the middle of a game, trying not to think too much about Isla. So I ignored it. We were halfway through the lobby, my headphones hanging firmly on my head as my fingers moved fervently on the screen. Then it buzzed again, the app icon popping on the screen and blocking my view. And again. Until it cost me my life in the game. I groaned in anger and frustration, quitting the game and entering the app to see Ellis message.

"Forget everything you think you know about the world, girl. This island is mine. This is my turf. No one takes a step out here without my word, and no one leaves without my word. Give my name to whoever you like. Let them come. Let them swim the whole ocean, and I will stand on my own dock and watch them go under. Not even the president of this country could do a single thing about your detention. Prepare your mind to serve your sentence." At the end of it, I opened my mouth to answer him, and nothing came out. Because I had only been bluffing, and the fear was now at my neck. My mother was the only soul on the whole earth who had ever heard the name Emerson Gath from me, and I had not give

“Cool.” Silence takes over and the tension is suffocating. “Do you want me to teach you how to play?” I light up. “Yeah.” He takes another game controller and hands it to me. “What are we playing?” I ask as he unpauses the game. “Shaolin soccer.” I groan. “And I'm bored.” He shoots me a glare. “Not really.” “Just follow what I'm doing,” he says, pressing his thumb over the controller a hundred times each second.