Novel Game Novels & Stories

We've only just began. This story can end in a thousand ways possible. In this so called game, there can only be one winner. Welcome to the final level. Players, on your marks! Get set... go! ⚘ end ⊹ of ⊹ season 1 ·································································································································· NOVEMBER 2022

Jack would do anything to protect his son, which was why Dianna moving into their apartment building had been such a big drama. “But won’t Carter want you to do a review of it for the blog?” Riley asked. Jack was certain that was exactly what Carter would want. If Jack was honest with himself, it was what he wanted to. The newest release from Black Sheep was rumored to be their best game yet. Security around the game had been tight, and there hadn’t even been a hint of a leak. It all just added to the hype. All the entire gaming community knew so far was that it was an open-world adventure game in the vein of The and Nintendo’s breakout hit The Legend of Jack was desperate to get his hands o

Louis and Michael were already present, arguing. “Man, I don’t know. We’ve been dewn’ this a long ass time. Why change now?” “What’s the matter?” Jon asked. Michael seemed triumphant, smirking at some hidden knowledge, “I’ve got a new game for us.” He held up a black box. Embossed in white letters on it was the name Dark Dungeons. A wicked gleam rolled through his eyes. “This is something else.”

Gabriel POV I blink. How on earth does she know that? And as if she can read my mind, she splashes some water on me. "It's easy to read you, Gabriel. Let's start the game." Last time I checked, I'm an excellent poker player. I rub my face to clean my head from 'inappropriate fantasy' like she said. "Okay. What do you want to play?" "The game is called past tense." "Past tense?" "Yes. We're going to talk about our past. So it's called past tense."

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

Her voice was gone. Only the shard of broken glass on the floor still faintly shimmered where she had been. From the crowd, someone whispered, “Maybe this is some trick by the professor…” No one responded. Because a question had begun to rise inside everyone — If this is a game… then how does it end? Suddenly, a laugh echoed from the back row. Rishabh. Always smiling. Always the one who made fun of everything. He stood up and said casually, “Why are you all so scared? Come on, yaar. This is just a psychological game.

My reflection stares back—a girl who looks like she should be crying over a broken heart, not planning how to dismantle a goddamn death game from the inside out. Perfect Clear. Two of them. The System had to make a spectacle of it. A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “Should’ve seen that coming. Nothing’s ever quiet with you, is it?” I’m talking to the empty room, to the unseen architecture of the Game. It doesn’t answer. It just watches. My new phone glows on the coffee table. Sleek, transparent, cold to the touch. The Game’s welcome gift for surviving your first Instance. Your leash and your lifeline, all in one. It buzzed once already.

Winthrop—the new substitute teacher. It was all jokes and banter from there on. ♧♧♧ A couple of hours later, the sun had shifted higher, heat pressing down heavier on our shoulders. We had decided to play some beach volleyball. We split into two teams—boys versus girls, with Declan being dramatically claimed by the girls because, according to Ellie, he had “traitor energy.” Whatever the hell the meant. The game was messy and fun and dramatic—you know, obviously, because the girls were involved.

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

He was aware that she desired him professionally. The issue was that once a large corporation, such as Cass Pharmaceuticals, fired an agency, it became an open season. The other agencies surrounded us like sharks. She could not help but think Casper Sullivan was secretly tickled by the attention that he caused where ever he went and not only because of his good looks. "I'm delighted you made it, Anika. “Have you contacted Casper yet?" Anika turned to see Jacob Stoll, her boss, standing a foot away. He wasn't drinking anything. He didn't even appear to be overjoyed to be here.