Noisy Neighbor Game Novels & Stories

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.

Rene’s POV: I frowned tightly. This game was made by me. It was double player game. I asked the waiter, “Are these handles of other room? Can we use them?” “It will work, Sir. This game handles are all commonly used, as long as there is electricity. It can be connected to the net.” The waiter replied with a smile. “I remember it is a double-player game,” I said with a frown. Waiter continued with a smile, “When it was just installed, it was indeed double player game. But later we found someone to update it. So now we can play with more people together.”

“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?"

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.

I went downstairs; that was where the games party was taking place—actually all of the party, the snooker, the drinking challenge with shots of whiskey, the dartboard game, and for those who wanted a car race game with that PS on the right-hand side. They could make themselves feel at home. I saw Nelly close to the snooker board; the disinterest in her face was very evident, but not as much as the twitching eyes and the way she was blinking her eyes continuously, trying to look away from me. The Nelly I knew wouldn't play innocent unless she was to look like one, and clearly she was nothing close to that. Which sent the message: something was amiss, and amazingly, I believed Noah was a part

"Let's play a game! " "Pffff! Another one?! That's enough game for tonight! " "Don't you want to get the answers of your questions? " "What's the rules?" " So it's a neither YES nor NO game, you know how it works ,right?" "Yes this one's easy! " "Haha! " "Why are you laughing?" "However ,there's a slightly sour note! " "Oh no! " "Oh yes ! Haaha! " "What is it then..pfffff...i'm tired if these sour notes! "