Party Game Novels & Stories

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

"Oh, my God, so many things. After this, they have an Ultimate Sail Away Party on the Lido Deck. Then we can check out the room, unpack, and maybe rest up a little bit before dinner at one of the buffets." "You don't want to eat in the main dining room tonight, Mama? It's your birthday. You should be eating somewhere better than a buffet." "No, thanks. There's Hasbro, The Game Show at 8:00. Then I want to hit up Bingo at 9:15, followed by the Welcome Abroad Show at 10:15, and finally, the comedy show at 11:30. If we're still up for it, we can hit up the casino. The slots are calling my name!"

I asked. Why was everyone acting like they’d never seen games before? It’s as if they were kids talking about a birthday party coming up. “Games are just a nickname for f*cked up pranks and activities. They spin the ‘wheel of fortune’ and whatever it lands on, that’s the event for the night. For example, if it lands on ‘games of chance’, then they’ll play something like bingo or roulette. If they decide on bingo, the spectators write up a bingo chart for the players to do.” Leilani replied.

My son asked, "Daddy, why is that lady crying?" I said, "Everyone is in a poker game. "If we win, we will smile. "If we lose, we may cry." My son nodded as if he understood. "Oh, that lady must lose..."

“Basically a party announcing if the baby is a boy or girl. You don’t tell anyone until the end, and you pop a balloon with pink or blue confetti in it or something.” “And it’s a thing people do now?” “Yeah. If you have a halfway decent I*******m following and you don’t do one, people will wonder what’s wrong with you.” Archer chuckles. “I don’t really care either way. Any excuse to have a party is good in my book. Do you want to have one?”

“Where are my things? As much as I love this dress, I need to change into something more comfortable and homely.” He chuckled, bridging the distance between us. “We are going to have so much fun together, what do you want to do first? Horseback riding? Swimming? Fishing? Human chess?” “Human what?” I gasped, my heart racing. He laughed harder, throwing his head back and all. “Relax Evie, it’s just a game. Instead of actual chess pieces we use humans instead. It’s a role playing game, it’s fun trust me. Kaden, Logan and I played it growing up, in fact it’s one of our favourite games.”

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.

At my son's birthday party, someone suggests playing Guess Who. My seven-year-old kid, Max Schofield, draws the card and goes first. "A person. He's old, ugly, and has a terrible temper." My wife, Louise Young, ponders briefly before adding, "And controlling. Being around him is suffocating." My mother-in-law, Elaine Horton, nods along. "He's got no class and always knows how to ruin the mood." I run through every possibility in my head. "Is it a villain from some TV show? Or one of our awful relatives?" Max bursts out laughing and exclaims, "Dad, you're so dumb! We're talking about you!" Everyone erupts in laughter, and I become the first one eliminated. The game moves on to the next

Before our family’s Thanksgiving dinner, my younger sister, Raina Kirk, suddenly offered to braid my hair. I had barely sat down when I heard a sharp snip behind me. Seven years of growing my hair out, gone in one cut. She’d chopped it off right at the roots. Raina froze for two seconds, then burst out laughing, collapsing onto the couch. "Oh, shit, I cut off too much! Hahaha! You look like a man who just escaped prison!" Mom saw the piles of hair scattered across the floor and started laughing too. "What’s so bad about it? You walk around with your hair all over the place like some banshee anyway. At least now you’ll save money on haircuts." I clenched my fingers into fists, my throat t

Shayla said as she passed the blunt to me. “Thanks. So what y’all doing this weekend? Y’all having another party?” “Yeah girl. Mike got some of his guys coming in from out of town so he wants to have a nice party so he can sell and we can make some money.” “Well I will be there. I need to get my shit tapped just right.” “Yeah, them fuckers last night wasn’t into shit but smoking and bones. I think they were gay.” Shayla said and I almost choked. Mike and Shayla have these parties from time to time called‘Play Parties’. A select group of people are invited over to their house where we have a nice get-together were we drink, Mike sells a selection of goodies and sometimes, there would be some