Red Button Game Novels & Stories

They walked, and when they entered the park, different rides appeared to them. "Who do you want to ride first?" Red asked Chelsea seriously while her face showed no reaction. "Huh? Who?" Chelsea asked in surprise at Red, as she didn’t get to pick up on what he just said. "Nevermind, you're slow," Red said while pulling Chelsea in the extreme shot. This is a game where you pay 100 for one ball and 200 for 3 balls. All you have to do to win is manage to shoot three balls in the ring to get the prize. You can choose from a variety of prizes, such as stuffed animals or food.

“This will do the trick.” It’s deep cherry red.

Not now. He slid his card key into the reader. It beeped and turned green. Marie had never seen anything so ominous. She had never seen anything quite so hopeful. She felt her eyes flood with color, felt the carnivorous need spark and shine behind them. The door opened into a dark room. The Wolf turned to her and grinned. “Are you ready? Step into my lair.” No, it was her lair. Marie stepped inside, grasping The Wolf’s hand tightly.

Red announced with a grin, “let’s play ‘No Lies’—you only say the truth. First question: Would you kiss someone for a thousand bucks?” I moved in my seat uneasily. A game like this made my life tougher than it already was. But I guess it was Okay since it wasn't truth or dare game. The game began, questions flying fast. When it was Red’s turn, all eyes turned to him. “Red,” Shawty teased, “would you kiss Zara for a thousand bucks?” Red leaned back, grinning mischievously. “Nah, I’d kiss Zara for zero bucks. I’m drawn to her lips way more than any cash could ever be.”

Paul huffed and Leo agreed with him. We have labels for the type of game we will be playing. Yellow if it's easy, and we will just tease, push them around, but nothing physical. Orange is when we will leave them with nothing, inflict physical damage, but not to the point of danger, and lastly and the most extreme is red. We will fūck with their heads until they go back to the city and go straight to an asylum. Some of my friends like red, including me. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing how a once almighty person drops to the ground, and loses their identity.

He arranged the game board nailed to the wall, with Sixteen balloons in bright reds, blues, greens, and yellows were pinned in neat rows of four on a wooden board. “You get a teddy bear depending on the color of balloon you pop. If you pop the red you get the smallest doll, if you pop yellow, you have the small doll, pop green and you have the medium sized doll and pop blue and you have the biggest doll available. Each round cost one dollar.” the man explained, handing Damon a four set of small arrows. Damon took them with a slight nod, his gaze narrowing on the balloons. His stance, the way he straightened his shoulders, it looked he was ready to ace the game. Nothing would’ve prepared me f

“Sit down, Eden. Let’s play.” She sat down reluctantly, and folded her arms across her chest. Yes, I won! I opened the box, bringing out a packet containing five card boxes, from colored from green to red, just like Lola had told me. There were levels to the heat, level 1 being green and level 5 being red, also titled extra dirty, and I was tempted to start with level 5, but then she had warned me not to be impulsive. I pulled out a red pamphlet with some instructions, and then at the back of it are the rules to the game.

I asked still raising a single brow at him as he looked up and gave me one of his teasing smiles. "You'll pick a card from your opponent side and say or do whatever you see in the card, we're just to go for the truth 5 times and for the dare, there's no backing out," He said as the corner of his mouth twitched while I nodded in anticipation more curiously. "The Blue card is for truth and the red card is for the dare, so we'll be going for the blue card first," He notified me while I stared at the two cards in affirmation.

He braced his hands on the table and leaned down so she didn't have to strain see his face. "Ten blows. That's all. I want you to count each one and say, 'Thank you, sir.' If you fail to do this, we start all over again. If the pain is too much, just say yellow. I'll pause and we'll discuss. If you become too scared, can't breathe, or genuinely fear me or the situation, you say red. Red stops the game and I let you go back upstairs, but you won't go to Russia. Yellow means you can still stay and we keep going until we reach ten. Do you understand the rules?"

She had a ring on each finger. "Aiyana! Mat!" greeted Harry in turn. The Red Moon Alpha hurried to the bar, where his friends, with whom he had played so much as a child during his visits to the Café, were standing. "We'll have to be careful what we call you from now on," Mat said, patting Harry on the shoulder. The redhead took a seat in one of the high chairs at the bar and grinned brightly as Aiyana placed a bowl of vanilla ice cream sprinkled with vermicelli candies of all colors in front of him.