Red Button Game Novels & Stories

Recently, a game released by the Sinclair Corporation was wildly popular during its public beta, and it reeked of Red Fox's methods. Red Fox had a habit: bloodthirsty, loved thrills, and adored competition. She was hidden within the Sinclair Corporation, but who exactly was she? She had to find this person. At Tara's house, when she logged onto the BT network, she even saw Red Fox's provocation towards E. It seemed Red Fox wanted to force E out for a duel. The new game became a hit immediately upon release. It became one of the most popular games. In the game, players could choose different characters and team up to compete for rankings. As of today, the game had approximately one billion re

"You will compete in games for forty days. Each day is one round, and each round, players will be eliminated. The last player standing after forty days wins the grand prize: you get to return to your life, and you get one wish granted. Anything you desire!" "What kind of games?" someone shouted. "Simple games! Games you all played as children! But with modifications to make them more... exciting." The voice giggled. "Today is Day One. Your first game is called Red Light, Green Light!" "The rules are simple," the voice continued. "You must reach the red door before time runs out. When the doll says green light, you may move. When the doll says red light, you must freeze completely. Any moveme

When she reached the stage, she stood behind him afraid of those eyes. "Nate, why didn't you tell me you're coming up?" "Didn't you want to play?" He replied and was glad that she was using him as her defence. "Seems like she's the why type. Happy Birthday. The game is simple. You'll each be given two cards. A blue and a red one. The blue resembles female while red resembles the male. When a question is asked and the answer is the lady, raise the blue card and if the answer is the male, raise the red one. Do you need time to consult each other?" The blond guys told them the rules.

Under the record column I put 96 there and it was marked bad with the signal X red. "What that's not possible! I counted properly and accurately" I muttered to myself, biting my lips as I did. "Hey Clarissa, you lost the game." Another message from the gamer popped on top of my screen. "No way I counted properly!" I replied with an angry emoji along with the text. "Here's the replay of the game. Take a look." He replied as the screen changed back to when the game started. I didn't bother to reply to him as I focused all my attention on the screen and counted after it. After counting to 96 then a tiny, slim and fray female figure ran across the road like a vampire before the light turned red.

Marissa read hers, "I'm a single Mom's daughter, I was gravely ill, not later I found out the medicine she bought as cure is poisoning me so I had a hidden grudge on her. I'm a killer. The target will be blindfolded and hide from the killers, and the killers can choose to catch the target and tickle her or help her escape the other killers. The blindfolded target can have a chance to stop the tickling if he or she will be able to name the killer in front of her. We played the game afterwards after explaining it briefly to them. The game appeared to be fun and successful, if I do say so myself. "That was fun!" Marissa said, panting from running all afternoon. "Yeah," they all said.

Switching through channels he takes it and bites into it immediately. “Yummmm.” He moans and I laugh at the sauce dripping down at the side of his mouth. “You might wanna wipe that before it stains the couch.” I laugh. We eat in silence while Nick switches through channels waiting for the next period of the game to be on. I bring the burrito up to my mouth, but stop midway when I hear a familiar husky voice. “Today, we are pleased to announce that our Ability Health Chip will be going into it’s clinical phase.” He says, his hazel eyes staring directly into the camera.

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

My stepsister and my husband. I tried to see past the blurriness in front of me. My eyes. The streets. My mind. But all I could think of was, "Arghhh, harder, James." That didn't sound like a dream. I jumped, suddenly startled when cars around me suddenly started honking with urgency, and I had only about a second to realize I had run past a red light right before a white truck collided with me in the middle of the intersection. I closed my eyes, accepting the fall and darkness that surrounded me immediately after.

Mia warned, scanning for lasers. "But it’s red," Julian argued, wiggling in Kael's arms. "Red means go." "In what world does red mean go?" Ash asked. "In Mario Kart!" Julian reasoned. "Red means STOP," Mia corrected. "Don't press it." Kael set Julian down for a second to check the mirrors. That was a mistake. Julian grabbed his heavy sippy cup (filled with apple juice) and threw it with perfect aim. THUNK. The cup hit the red button.

I folded my arms across my chest. A string of laughing emojis appeared, then his reply: “My game, of course.” Tsk. It was worth the risk, wasn’t it? He already knew almost everything. There wasn’t much left to lose. “Let’s play.” “Every game has rules. Mine is no exception. Unlock your door. Open your window. Turn on the red lamp beside your bed.” What the fuck? My fingers froze over the keyboard. How did he know I even had a red lamp? “For every question you ask, you take off one piece of clothing. The more intense the question, the higher the chances you’re taking off more than one item.”