Question Game Novels & Stories

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn

She wanted to divert the woman's intrigued gaze. "I was waiting for you. I get bored alone in your impeccable apartment. What's going on with you?" her mother asked, entering beside her. Emma pressed the button to close the elevator doors. "Nothing," Emma responded. "I don't believe you. When something worries you, you wrinkle your forehead a lot," Elaine stated. Emma ran her index finger across the T-zone of her forehead and then sighed. "I'm not going to pretend I don't know what you want. There's no need for beating around the bush," Emma said, looking at her mother.

I glanced at Liam to ensure he was comfortable, and he nodded. Toralei explained the rules of the game: we would spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed to would pick a card from the box. The card would determine whether the person would be dared or asked a question. Toralei spun the bottle slowly, and my heart raced as I followed its movement. It eventually stopped, pointing directly at me. What terrible luck. "Alright, Jenna," Toralei said, passing me the box. I reache d inside and searched its contents before selecting a piece of paper.

Cassandra looked up, fear now mingling with surprise. "The Game, of course," came the old voice. "I am the One Who Questions. You give me an answer, you shall perish in my jaw." The Grounsler chuckled, with a sound like a tar pit bubbling. "What's going on?" Cassandra whispered. "That is the game. And a very good one, too. Don't speak to the Groundsler with an answer if it questions you. Are you following me?" "So what do we do?" "Keep answering it with your questions, understood?"

Jason asked while absent mindedly running his fingers back and forth through his hair. "How about a game of question?" Antara asked. "Hmm, never heard of it." Antara crossed her legs so she could kneel and sit on them. "So, someone asks someone else a question but you don't answer, instead you turn to someone else and ask that person a question. Who ever answers loses." She explained and everyone exchanged glances. "How about we make it more interesting?" Richards said and everyone looked questioningly at him. "Whoever answers a question takes a shot."

My juices are already dripping on the chair—something that has never happened to me ever. “Good girl,” the First Guy praises, letting go of me and standing in front of me. I can see his cock poking his pants as well, but he is not as hard as Thirst Trap yet. Maybe he is quite resistant to whatever is in the air. “This is how we are going to play this game,” he says, and my ears perk up. “We are going to ask you some questions, and if you give us a satisfactory answer, you get a reward.” He strokes his chin and adds, “But you can still use your safe word any time if you don’t want to play this game.”

I suggest happily. He turns his large body on the cushion and faces me with a huge smile. "I like games" he says. As I watch him I see his dragon eyes flicker briefly. With a smile I deliver the rules. "The game is twenty-one questions. We will take turns asking an answering question with complete honesty. If you decide to pass on a question then you have to do a dare of my choosing. If I pass I will also have to do a dare of your choosing. If later on it is found out that an answer was a lie then the liar has to face the consequences chosen by the other" I say unable to hide my smile. "Still want to play"

He didn't seem to understand but knitted his brows in confusion and I wasn't into explaining to him so I preened it out of my head for now with a sudden smile and it irksomely reminded me of Mitchell, when she professionally changed her facial expression. "Let's play a game." I snapped when the boredom from silence was filling the air. "What game?" He asked with an appreciative grin. "It's called question and answer. I'll ask you a question and you answer sincerely then you equally ask me a question that's either the same or different from mine, and I answer truthfully." I shrugged. "Okay," he said slowly like he was trying not to retort. "Good boy." I patted his head harshly. "My turn, I'll

“Always so cocky, huh?” “Like I will always say, it's called confidence,” Dominique smirks as he says. “Alright. Twenty Questions. Who asks and who answers?” “We'll take rounds. You'll ask, I'll answer. And then I'll ask, you'll answer. Honest answers only.” “Great. You go first.” I say, dropping the sucked lemon slice on the coaster as I take small sips from my drink through the little straw. “Give me a short bio about you.”