Red Button Game Novels & Stories

Nonna said. Mother held Sofia against her chest. “The game gives them an equal chance.” “Then buy two of something, or let them take turns.” “Some things cannot be divided. Luck makes the decision so I do not have to.” Nonna glanced at me beside the doorway. “Elena has drawn black for years. She gets whatever Sofia rejects and sleeps in a bed too small for her. You even made her draw for comfort when she had a fever. Does that feel fair to you?”

“You’re going to give me one before I touch you.” I swallowed. “Red.” “And colors. Green means you’re good. Yellow means slow down or ease up. Red stops everything. No questions, no anger. You use them. Understand?” “Yes.” “Say it back.” “Green means good. Yellow means slow down. Red stops everything.” He nodded once. “Good girl.” Then he moved.

She wasn't even half of Isabel's shitty Beauty, and I could handle the little Princess, so why not her? "Okay, so this game is all about picking a card, and there are two teams. Mine and Elsa's. I'm Team Red and she's Team Yellow. If you pick a yellow card as a red team member, you'll pick an item you'll pay for during the Ladies Picnic day, and vice versa. Do you get it?" Grandma asked and I nodded. God help me! I had nothing to offer but backing out would mean accepting defeat. A few hours later, I was already sweating my shit as I stared at the paper in my hand.

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.

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.

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”

Aidan smirked arrogantly, but he had underestimated the determination of a trapped bird seeking freedom. "Fine, I'll just play the video. I'm afraid that if I play the recording, you'll argue that it's not you in it." Scarlett held up her phone. As the screen flashed, my chest tightened. I covered her phone, stopping her from continuing. Scarlett struggled, wanting to keep playing it, but I was stronger than her, and she couldn't resist.

Malik raised an eyebrow at me, then he hesitated before he took the chair in front of me, picked up a game piece and examined it. "And which are you, Red? Opponent or ally?" His gaze lifted to mine, piercing and intense that had initially made me feel as if trying to unravel the very fabric of my being. This time, I wasn't going to let him win in this mind game of ours. I was here to dissect his defences, not to submit to his. So, I started the game, making my first move. "That’s what we’re here to find out, isn’t it?"

"Why don't you join Conrad and me? We were about to play a little game." Liam and I exchanged glances. "What game?" he asked. "It's just a harmless little game. It'll be fun," Toralei reassured. "We already have plans," I countered. Toralei frowned. "It's just a game, Jenna. It'll be over soon, and then you can continue with your plans. Besides, it's just the four of us. Unless you're scared, Jenna." "No, I'm not." "Then let's do it."

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.