Purple Hearts Game Novels & Stories

Upon lifting my eyes to him, his lips just made its way to my lips. This is not the first time Parker made me feel this secured. This is not the first time his lips landed to mine and it gave me the same feeling I felt that day our lips met each other. The butterfly in my stomach, the abnormal throbbing of my heart and the sudden sweat my skin have been releasing. I think I finally found the answer. There's no reason to hide it anymore. This guy, named Parker Wingston is the same guy my heart is beating for. When our lips parted, both of our eyes were locked to each other. Parker smiled which caused me to make a soft chuckle.

They all played me so well, let us see who wins the game now. If someone would see even a glimpse of truth to all the lies that I have uttered ever since I stepped into the human land, if someone find s out even a small part of this little plan that I have, they would probably say that I am cruel. Like, what the hell is someone like me doing here, feigning attraction and care towards a university woman, wasting my time interacting with people I barely know and has no interest in getting to know more? They might think and ask, why play all these stupid games, instead of working on myself to be someone better, someone deserving for the invisible crown and power? Why mess with the innocent? Who

Something whole. This was what they'd been fighting for. This moment. This family. This messy, beautiful, imperfect life. Leo grabbed her nose, giggling. Mira laughed and kissed his forehead. The fireflies danced. The roses bloomed. And somewhere, in a place where ghosts no longer lingered, Victor Delacroix smiled. --- The End.

“In the second part, you need to interact with the players and answer their questions. Don’t worry, their question won’t go too far. If not, you can choose not to answer.” “We are a game company, so everything is mainly based on games, In the third part, you need to challenge the player in the game. You often play this game and must be very skillful. I have also seen your nice gaming equipment, so there is no need to worry. We will arrange these players in advance to make sure you can win the game brilliantly.” At that time, many people will raise their hands and be willing to battle with you. You only need to see if the person has a red peach heart in his or her hand. If so, you can choose

A shade of light red growing where his lips had just been. Alex grinned, happy with the reaction. “If you do what I don’t like, I’ll do what you don’t like. Don’t mess with fire and don’t ever play a game you can’t win, Hacker girl.” And with that he walked out of the door. Leaving me alone in the house with an unstable heartbeat and mushy brain cells and a red face. I finally grabbed some sense, and narrowed my eyes at the door he went through. If he thought he was fire, he didn’t know I was thunder. And when thunder strikes, there is no scope for fire. It vanishes. I would play the game and when Myra plays, she plays to win! --

Whether she means that in terms of the bond that exists between us, the one clawing desperately, begging to be united with our better half or in another term, I have no idea, and I can barely wrap my head around anything at this point. Preston’s hand trailed everywhere before landing on my ass. He squeezed tight, causing me to whimper. The sound is almost foreign, as though it did not come from me. Part of me feels guilty. For enjoying this as much as I do. For being so weary and utterly helpless at keeping my body in check. But then, at the same time, this feels so right. “Hunter says no cheating.” He whispers in my ear. “He has outrightly pronounced this a game, a war between the four of u

“Our hearts aren’t red. They’re not hearts of happiness.” Then, without hesitation, they opened their own chests revealing cold, dead hearts, black as coal. Because in the end, most players had only pretended to care. Fear, dread, and survival instinct had tainted everything. And so, no one else had earned a truly happy ending.

Scan completed. Claire then brought the game set to the table. She blew the dust that covered the surface of the table and then put the device which consisted of a monitor and joystick keyboard on it. Claire then cleaned up the chair behind the table as best she could, coughing a little from the dust that was emitting as she did. Then, she sat comfortably on the chair, ready to play the game. Then, she pressed the 'start' button. Welcome to The Myth. Complete each level in the game, then you can survive.

The man with the dangerous smirk and the eyes that seemed to know far more than they should. She’d walked away from Leo Knight twice now, each time with the intent to never cross paths again. But each time, she caught herself scanning the crowd, her senses straining for the faintest trace of him. It was irrational. She didn’t like irrational. Irrationality got people killed. Her phone buzzed in her palm, dragging her from the tangle of thoughts. Unknown Number: The game’s already started. Don’t be late. She stared at the message. No greeting, no signature, no context. Just a line that somehow made the cab’s air feel heavier. She considered deleting it without a reply, but curiosity was a sly

~Liliana Rosalyn~ Warm ray of light heats up my skin, calling me back to life. Fluttering slowly for adjustment, I pause to admire the room. I haven't really paid much attention to it until now. The faint purple led lights coming from the ceilings' corners attract me even more. The room is painted dark ash, giving sexy and dangerous vibe, matching the matte black of the furniture. There are different lights but they are all warm and dark colours while the corner lights are purple, radiating off of the black walls. It's so beautiful. It looks something out of a fantasy picture. Wow. The ceiling-to-floor mirror only adds to the beauty and the last magic is the ceiling-to-floor curtains left cl