Party Game Novels & Stories

What the…? She forced them out. “Sorry, everyone! Room's full!” someone announced. They expelled from the throng like vomit, with a gasp like they had been submerged underwater. Selena bent over panting, a hand to chest. “This way,” Clara could barely catch her breath. Selena's voice was soft and spent. “What game are we playing anyway” “The best…The Wolf's Game” Clara's eyes shone. “Trust me you'll love it. And a little something for a first time party popper like you” she nudged her elbow.

they pulled her toward the cycle and as they found seats which were pillows on the floor, they all say down and Cynthia noticed that some people from earlier had left already. "What game", Timothy asked, "truth or dare," Jada spoke out quickly, it was a rule that the first suggestion takes the stage so they had to follow it. Jada looked at Cynthia provocatively, she had to make this piece of shit lose it today, that way, she'd never raise her head again. Cynthia gave Jada a polite smile feigning an ignorant character. Beverly saw the exchange and smirked inwardly, the enemy to my enemy is my friend. Since she had lost face earlier and couldn't voice her grievances, someone would, she felt sa

Hilda had no idea how to reach him. In a daze, she stared at the list. Suddenly, a group chat named 'Gay Game Group' appeared and someone named 'stupid dog' typed, '@group: Everyone, there's an event tonight for the 15th anniversary of the Game! There will be special sets, new maps, and new monsters! Who wants to join?' 'Me.' Thomas replied. 'Old Wolf and I too. He's preparing milk right now.' Sonnia replied. 'I want to join too.' Imported Young Man wrote.

"I'll find a new partner. Jamie can team up with Mum so she can participate in the games for a change." We all wondered who Jeanette's new partner would be, but Auntie Laurel seemed surprisingly calm. I overheard her telling Jamie, "We have to win, so I don't have to buy Conrad or Jeanette a car. I don't want either of my children to end up in jail or reported missing." As we gathered in the living room, Auntie Laurel announced the games for the night—charades, French culture, and painting. However, Jeanette's partner had yet to arrive.

After our daughter's death, my husband Josh Graham insisted that I play a game of confessions with May Lowe, his former flame. The first to confess was Mrs. Garcia, the maid I paid generously, who confessed that her negligence led to my daughter's burning fever. Before I could say a word, May was smiling magnanimously. "It's alright. Everyone makes mistakes—it's fine as long as no lasting harm has been done." And with that, she extended forgiveness in my stead. The second to confess was Josh himself. "I really regret snapping at Nana the day she died because I was stressed from work, and for not hugging her before I left the house." May shook her head with a tender smile. "As a breadwin

I drained my drink in one long pull as Vivian came up beside me. "Apologies for interrupting." She touched my arm and smiled at Christian, playing the role of apologetic fiancée perfectly. My skin tingled beneath her hand, and I almost shook her off before I remembered where we were. Engagement party. Loving couple. Pretend. "I need to steal Dante for a moment. Mode de Vie would like a photo for their wedding feature." "Of course," Christian drawled. "Have fun."

He clenched his hands and huffed, "Ingrid, you can't go back—" His speech cut off abruptly as his gaze fell upon the object I was holding. He was stunned to see it. It was a prosthetic leg. Charles mumbled, "You…" I said, "I invested in a medical equipment company a while back. This is their newest model—001. You'll be its first and last owner." As those words left my lips, I smiled warmly at him. Charles slowly let out the breath he had been holding. Then, he smiled too. "This belongs exclusively to me, then?" he asked breathlessly. "Yes." I nodded. "It was made just for you."

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

She looked toward Noah, but he’d already looked away, pretending to be fascinated by a speck of dust on his sleeve. "Alright, enough of the PDA," Dusty announced, slapping a hand on the back of the couch. "The party is hitting that weird mid-point where everyone is either going to pass out or start a fight. Let’s play something. Truth or Dare. Circle up, people!"