Question Game Novels & Stories

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

Queenie’s mods promised to side with the chat and told Queenie that she would end up wearing all seven restraints. As soon as everyone understood the game rules, London started the first fast poll to get the fuck machine going. With only ten seconds to select a puzzling option, the chat exploded in a fury at the cryptic message. Most simply chose a random answer and Queenie laughed. Did they think it would be that simple to ruin her? If she merely told them to choose between slow, medium, fast and insane, the chat would almost always choose ‘insane’. Hence, the streamer made things difficult by preparing a list of questions that the chat must get correct to trigger ‘insane speed’. It was a l

One successful shot earned a point, but if a shooter hit someone chosen by their opponent, it was worth ten points. Lena watched in horror as two men with their hands tied were dragged onto the field. Her eyes widened as she watched Nero pick up a gun from the tray. "What kind of game is this?" she whispered to herself. When she heard the word "game," she had imagined something like chess or even football—not this. "The left eye," Quero said smugly. Nero chuckled, loaded his gun, and aimed. He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. "He messed with the gun," Nero growled, glaring at Quero, who smirked wickedly. Nero pressed the trigger again, and this time, the bullet hit the man’s arm ins

“I am tied up like this, how can I talk to you? Release." "Do not want. We will have three games. I choose the first game next will be the last brother will be one of the three of them. Accept?" "Depends." “My game is very uncomplicated. Answer the question. The rules of the game are very simple. If you answer three questions correctly I will release one of them and if you do not answer one of them. some of them will die. Then it will be more fun.” "Is that interesting? As far as I remember things like this, you like it."

He hugged her a little tight and the ajar door opened as Marcia knocked. “You know guys, it’s too early to stay in the bedroom.” She said with her arms crossed. She pulled away from Reid as she approached her and Marcia nudged her as they went to the living room. “Let’s play this game.” Quinn raised a box. Was it blocked? With dare on each of them? The game was DO or DRINK. “We brought an expensive tequila to drink,” Graham said.

" I replied as I offered him a glass of wine. He drank from my hand as he took one of the bread and placed on my mouth. I moaned at the taste before I was suddenly picked up by the youths males and raised as they jubiliated. Darius laughed as they handed me to the women who quickly changed my clothes to be identical to there's and covered my hair before they explained the game. We would all cover our faces with identical outfits to test familiarity and intimacy. It wasn't a game to make or break the relationship, it was rather to build it and tease the men as all the men would play too since it was people with partners that played. The game started and I didn't move much, avoiding being the

she asked in a tone that wasn't harsh nor blunt. “Don't ask questions, I need an answer,” he said with a serious expression. “Your mother gave you a box containing treasures and she asked you to keep it, where is the box?” He asked and Alessia scoffed. The room had on its ceiling a dim light that casted a faint glow on them and the white walls. Nothing else filled the air but their voices.

I leaned closer to the door and strained my ear in the guest room where I was hiding when I heard them start their conversation again, though I couldn't really hear what they were saying now. "... Juliette..." I felt my heart skip a beat right before another word faded past my ear. "... No..." "But..." "I don't..." Arghhh... What were they talking about? Was he asking about me? Who actually? Ah, Cole... I leaned against the door again and held my stomach when I felt this sharp pain in my abdomen. Fuck! I had felt it shortly before the knock sounded on the door, and now it felt kind of sharper. More intense. I held my waist and went back to the bed, another word grazing my ear buds.

he said. "Not interested," Antonio replied. "I am," Nickolai said, raising his hand, and Antonio shot him a death glare. "C'mon, man! It's just a game," Nickolai said to Antonio. "I'm not interested," Antonio repeated, and Nickolai turned to face Rania. "What about you, Rania?" he asked, and Rania turned to face the guys, who had exchanged wary glances – except for Antonio. "What's the game about, Jerry?" she asked. "It's simple," Jericho said. "We spin a bottle, and whoever it points at gets to ask the other person a question."

Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings. Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society. Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding. She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”