Que Comience El Juego Novels & Stories

Selene’s did the same opposite, her figure splintered into a hall of Champions. The pen’s glow flared in my hand, its light syncing with each new tremor of the shifting floor—a jittering heartbeat I couldn’t quite tell was mine or the Game’s. I drew a slow, steadying breath, fingers tightening on the pen. This was it. Overhead, a single, deep bell tolled. “BEGIN,” the Game said. The duel started.

The game had begun. To be continued…

The game had just begun. ‎

Tobi said, still staring at me with his forehead creased. Tobi’s mom called me, we moved away from Tobi and his father. “Since your parents are busy and wouldn’t be able to attend to your needs right now. Use this, just in case.” She said and handed me a red capsule with no label in it. “What is this?” I asked. She smiled at me and whispered into my ears. “That is viagra, you know if you need it.” She said and then winked at me. I gasped at what she just said, and immediately put the capsules on my jeans pocket when Tobi came to us.

She started off, the enthusiasm was loud amid her cheery smile. “What game is this?” “The Question game.” My brows raised, signaling her to continue. “We are going to take turns asking each other a question. If you refuse to answer, you drink a glass of soju bomb. Each answer should always end with a question. You understand?” “Sure.” “You understand?” She repeated. For a second, I was clueless, then I realized I should end with a question. “Oh. I didn’t know we’ve already started. Should I ask first?”

And just like that— The real game began.

“God, can you carry me?” Seven replied. “Sure.” After that, she invited the player into her team. The player quickly entered the team. Messages constantly flood her chatbox. North wrote. “God, god, you haven’t come online for a few days. I miss you.” Seven replied. “I was busy with some stuff.” After waiting briefly, the game entered a queue. She chose Kai’Sa, and the game soon started. Knock, knock, knock. She had just purchased her starting gear and was about to leave for the bottom lane when there was a knock on the door.

Well how can I, when we are not in the best of terms with each other and honestly, I am not in the mood for either an argument or his hurtful words. I sigh when I start feeling bored. A ping sound has me jumping in surprising. I mentally roll my eyes for my slow thinking, I should have remembered that I had my phone with. Taking out my phone from my clutch bag, I see a new message. Take a look at row 4 from the center front, under chair 5. Something waits for you. All answers you were looking for. ~ S~ Sighing, I rise to my feet and follow the instructions. Not that I have much of a choice.

Matthew asks just as confused as the rest of us. "It's a game,where you call out a particular set of things that are in one category.like food.who fails to call looses and is out. And also you can't repeat what have said before." She explains and we all seem to understand even if she sucked at the explanation. "So who is going to call first?" Marcos asks. "I will go,since I made the suggestion." Piper says,and I couldn't help but scowl her way. "Okay ,name of food."She calls. "French pie."

Groid rebuked. Kloper went silent. "Should I tell you what you were doing when Jeonghan was young?" Groid challenged. "You're busy dating here and..." "The game will start. Shut up," Kloper smoothly changed the topic. All eyes at the screen, the thirty minutes battle for the first place has begun. ------------------------- Jeonghan’s POV