Predictive Text 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

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

"I'm not exactly sure how to get to the pack's dining room yet." He relaxed his demeanor and smiled. "You must be Allie-Jean. My name is Peter. I'm Jaedon's Beta. I'll walk with you to the dining room. It's a quick walk." I fell into line next to him and we were both silent as we made our way out of the pack house and down a simple stone road. It was warm and sticky, the sun beaming down on me with intensity. I shielded the sun from my eyes and sped up, trying to keep up with Peter. I was surprised he could walk so fast as he wasn't much taller than me and his legs were pretty stumpy.

He said vaguely, "It's similar to him You're watching too slowly, aren't you? I'm almost finished! "Zenne Ye disdained, and then turned on the computer." I put what I learned into practice and played a little game As he spoke, he clicked on an image on the desktop, and when he opened the screen, he saw a large blue sky background, yellow and green grass, gray roads, and bright color blocks, creating a minimalist game of highway driving. Although there is no beauty to speak of, at least the script code for the game's most basic journey is correct.

Jeremy: If my eyes are seeing well, you are looking at me like you want me to drag you into the coat check and do. How can this man text something like that and still look innocent? My breath stutters. Another buzz. This time when I check, it’s not a text message but a game invite. Jer_GoldReaper54 has invited you to play Echo Clash. This single invite brings back loads of memories. Only we used to spam each other with game invites during parties while the adults hung out and had adult conversations, we would sit huddled together while playing games over headsets while the adults drank themselves stupid.

Calling me. The game is on.

Luna wants to play games, then I play along, and I play to win. “Get ready, Elodie… the game has begun and only one of us shall reign supreme.”

I silently thank the Goddess that I kept my thin shirt on last night, too exhausted to pull it off. I notice a scroll on the ground close to my feet. I pick it up, and unfold it carefully, revealing precise, looping penmanship: ‘Step into Trial number three, Where shadows dance and none are free. In forest depths, you now remain, Where strength and wit may bring you gain. The bands you seek are high and bold, Taken from hands now growing cold. Collect the most and rise with pride, Or leave with nothing, cast aside. The final game begins today— Only nine are left to play.

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?]

"Lila, what’s your deal?" My stomach twisted in confusion. I replied with a simple question mark. She shot back with a rolling-eyes emoji. "I didn’t invite you because I thought you were busy. And now you’re deliberately ignoring my post? Not liking it on purpose?" I sent another question mark. "No, I was just busy with Student Office work the last few days." Rachel fired back with another eye-roll emoji. "Wow, how coincidental. You just happened to be too busy to see my birthday post? Disgusting. What, did you scroll past it and pretend you didn’t see?"