Real Life Dating Games Novels & Stories

He pointed dramatically between the two of us, “If you kill each other, I’m not cleaning up the bodies.” I shut the door in his face before leaning against the door, folding my arms across my chest. “So what exactly do you have in mind, four eyes?” I looked at the redhead. “What exactly does this fake dating involve?”

…Though she couldn’t help but love how dorky her friends were, at the same time, she hated that they had insisted on carrying out the ‘games’ that they had planned! “Alright, listen up! The first game is called blindfolded bride! Basically, Zivon will have to lie on your wedding bed with two candies placed on his body… and as the name suggests, Xavia will be blindfolded! Her goal will be to find the two sweets with only her mouth and then feed them to the groom… Naturally, the groom is forbidden from telling her where the candies are till the end of the game!”

" Casper just stood there staring at her. Part of him wished he could ask her what planet she lived on, but he already knew the answer. It was Kendall's globe, and everything revolved around her. Did she truly feel he was still in love with her? "Stop the show, Kendall. What brings you here? You don't care whether I show up or not, so why pretend? In fact, I'm inclined to bet you were hoping I wouldn't." She blinked, and he caught a glimpse of bitterness in her eyes. "Your mother stated that you were bringing a.....date." It was quite intelligent of you. But you're not fooling me, Casper. Everyone knows you haven't had a serious relationship since me. What is her name? "Do you even know who

Georgia asked while flipping her hair. "Let's call it 'Catch the fish.' Here's the deal, we all choose a man to be our date tonight, but here's the twist, whoever chooses the richest man and when he paid for our bill tonight wins!" When I heard her lame name for the game, I backed out, and hearing the ridiculous dare made me want to go home instead. But I am here for the experience, aren't I? Not the kind of experience that involves touch, but anything to get some idea.

she asked. “You know the team captain of the yellow team?” he asked. “Yeah, I know Simmons.” She replied. “He met his wife playing online.” He replied. “Okay. I don’t see how that state applies.” She said, laughing. “Franks and Simon from red both found their SO’s playing a game.” He continued. “Again, okay.” She said. “Half of grey is dating each other because of different games.” He went on. She was beginning to see a theme.

“Your first mission is simple—but important. You’ll need to find your roommate for the week. But not just any way… This is Dream Entertainment, after all. There’s a twist.” “We’ve placed each of your names into a jar. The person who wins a speed game will earn the privilege of drawing a name first. The name you pull will be your roommate. After that, we’ll go down the winner’s ranking order until everyone is matched. One person won’t get to pick—they’ll be the one left for the last name. Fate, right?”** Kim raised a hand. “What’s the game? Push-ups? Rock paper scissors?” Ten leaned in. “Please not arm wrestling…”

Aaron has always been careful about our meetings, but tonight, I want to surprise him. No matter how many times I see Aaron, I always feel like this—nervous and excited all at once. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I can hardly wait to see him again. As I walk down the road, it’s impossible to miss the posters plastered on every surface of the street. An announcement of the Mate Games happening soon. As I read the words on the posters,I can’t help but roll my eyes. The Mate Game is one of the most barbaric tradition we follow here. The very process is not only dangerous, but life threatening. The royal family here, rose to their status today because of their strength and resilience. By

I nearly choked and I was coughing so badly that instead of Liam patting my back, he just rubbed his hand up and down so firmly that it made me choke even more. “Adele, are you okay?” Chanel said sympathetically. Maybe for once she would feel guilty about tricking me into this sex pool. That’s what “let’s play a game” stands for; everyone ends up having sex and disguising it as being something which accidentally happened because they were playing a game. I shake my head, gasping “No,” while trying to breathe. “Maybe if you take your top off you’ll feel better.”

Lana said, pressing cups into our hands and pouring a deep, rich red wine from a bottle. I tilted my head. “What kind of game?” “It’s an old Nightshade game,” Lana explained. “Males challenge each other to a drinking contest; whoever loses has to give up his current female partner for a dance.” “So you’re basically betting on females,” I pointed out, bristling slightly. Lana giggled. “Sort of. It’s all in good fun, though. If you don’t want to dance, you don’t have to, although you do have to take a shot if you opt out of dancing.”

“I do want us to date. Matter of fact, I believe I’m quite the romantic. You know, cute dates and flowers and stupid little things like matching pajamas.” “Is that what people these days are into?” He asked in a tone that let me know he was joking. “Oh, it’s worse. We like face mask Fridays and singing off key at the music bar. And movie nights, with popcorn and pasta and cheap wine that’ll give you cirrhosis before you’re…how old are you again?” His eyes flashed. “Old enough.”