Noisy Neighbor Game Novels & Stories

Archie said before he quickly stepped out leaving me and my sons in the large study. I faced my beautiful sons who stared at me with excitement at the thought of a game. "How about we play a game of hide and seek. You two will hide inside this study for an hour and if I don't find any of you, the one I didn't find will be given a special surprise." I explained the game. "What is the surprise?" Jamie asked as I laughed. "That's why it's called a surprise son. Your not to tell anyone till you receive it." I explained as he opened his mouth.

This is my place, no one comes in, except Berta to clean up. It's 12:40 a.m. and I'm in the games room, focused on winning this game, sitting on the couch, while the phone rings. The only way I can get Kiki to stay is to play with the cards I have, and the best one I can find today is Blanca. If they want to be friends, they will be. If not, they will be now. This way, I can keep Kiki entertained for hours and stop my friends from bothering her, without having to be rude.

“Hear that, Dad? The prince and the princess live happily ever after in the story. You’re not even a knight in shining armor. The best you’ll ever be is the villain.” “Yeah, yeah, sure.” My half-hearted response stood out against Kaden’s discolored face. “Mr. Simon Barone, you may now kiss your bride.” “Player, the exit portal is now open. Ten-second countdown initiating.” Amid the overlapping voices, Kaden’s eyes widened, and he shrieked out loud. He shouted the same way when the System went away the other day. It was a glitch that Kaden could hear the System, but it didn’t change the fact that I was going home.

The previous tenant had moved out a while ago and it had been blessedly quiet for a while. But now, it seemed a new tenant had moved into the apartment and was now making a lot of noise. Having neighbors could be fun, but if they were starting up with so much noise, I was not so sure about our neighborly friendship. And even now, I am still not sure it could ever work out today as I had to listen to them him music notes and play very loudly on their guitar. I had to admit, they played well, very well, even. But it never stopped it from being annoying.

“Open it.” Nico reached under the console and withdrew a velvet-lined box. The same one that was on the screen. He set it on the table and flicked the clasp. Inside, a single chess piece lay on its side: a knight, carved from onyx. Beside it was a folded slip of card. He slid the card to Nero. Nero opened it with a thumb, eyes flicking once across the line. “‘Check,’” he read aloud, the word drained of surprise, of anything but cold interest. “Cute,” he added, turning the card around to see if there was anything on the back.

"Maybe you guys will finally fuck tonight." Isabella's voice crackled through my phone, which I'd propped against the wall so I could see her while I got ready. "It's not a truce without an orgasm to close the deal." "Isa!" "What? It's true. You deserve some fun after working your butt off these past few weeks." Her keyboard clicks paused, and a distracted expression crossed her face. "Speaking of fun, what do you think my character's signature murder method should be? Poison, strangulation, or good ol' hacking with a butcher's knife?"

“So what did you use?” “We should play board games,” Wendy interrupted, laughing awkwardly as she led me to the couch. I could sense that she didn’t want to talk about it so I let things be. We played together till it was nighttime. Soon, we began to hear noises from outside. “What could that be?” Wendy’s mum stood up and went to peep at the window while Wendy followed closely behind her. I sat still, peeping and wondering what was going on. “Oh! It’s my crazy neighbor again,” Wendy sighed as she looked through the window.

Family photos lined the walls—my mom frozen in time at different ages, smiling like she hadn’t known how things would end. The music was louder in here. Bass-heavy. The kind that rattled the picture frames. I dropped my bag near the couch and followed the sound upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Each thump of the bass got stronger the higher I climbed, vibrating through the floorboards. It was coming from my cousin’s room. I stopped outside his door and knocked once. “Q?” Nothing. I knocked again, harder. “Yo.” Still nothing. I frowned and reached for the handle, pushing the door open without thinking.

Noah asked, raising an eyebrow. “A laughing game. Groups of two take turns trying to make their partner laugh within thirty seconds. If they can’t make each other laugh, then both partners drink. And if the other group thinks someone is faking, and they’re right, then the person that bluffed has to drink.” The seating arrangement dictated the pairs: Rebecca and Nicholas, and Noah and me. I couldn’t help but notice the smug glint in Rebecca’s eyes as she announced this—no doubt it was her plan all along.