Red Door Yellow Door Game Novels & Stories

The door blinks, its color changes in different colors starting from red followed by orange, then yellow turns to green and it became blue followed by indigo and lastly violet. The color changing repeats again. They noticed that the door is unique, but there is no tag. This door is different from the former doors they have entered. There's no key nor tag to answer. Hannah memorized the sequence of the colors by saying it. Her friends heard her memorizing so, they memorized it too. Until Adam said, "Those colors are familiar to me. I know there's a thing with that of colors." How about you guys? he asked.

she told us, and instinctively, without question, we stepped forward. I placed my palm on the left door and Nik placed his palm on the right one. Our hands were on the circular designs near the edge of the door. The golden blood leaked from my hand and passed through the carvings on the door, making it look like the carvings over it were made out of real gold. Nik's red blood passed through the carvings on the right and then our blood slipped into each other. The carvings had both, red and golden colours.

Camille's door was a gentle shade of mint green, little vines crawling along the edges, small flower buds protruding in random locations. I walked down the hallway alone, ultimately finding my own room. As I looked at the door to my bedroom, I grasped why each door was completely unique. They reflected each of the chosen contestants in some way. My own door was a lovely shade of red, not bold or gaudy but warm and appealing. The red faded into various shades of orange and yellow. A thin golden pattern was etched into the door, swirling around the edges and doorknob. The brilliant color matched my fire-kissed hair, and my personality as Aidan would say.

See the Castle in a different light. Then again, the truth is I really wanted to know who Ahbaya was creeping with other than me. I checked all the secret rooms. Just as expected, it's all closed. There’s something odd about the doorknobs though. It’s all in a different color. One is red, one is gold. The other one is brown and when I looked back — mine was just an ordinary door. Huh. Odd. Should I be offended? Why is my doorknob the only one that’s plain?

I know it deep in my bones. If I can lure it away, Melanie and the others can set a trap or something for it. I just hope I don't end up as a Zombie's midnight snack. I throw open the door and sprint out. Sure enough, a few moments later, the zombie tears through the doorframe. Its eyes glowing with a sickening yellowish-green color. The creature stomps after me through the garden. I run faster. How is it gaining on me? My breaths turn to pants and my side burns. When I get to the dorm, the doors are locked. What the hell?

The rest of Team Yellow, following Yssy’s instructions, are scattered among the kiddie rides consisting of a Ferris wheel, a dragon-shaped rollercoaster and a merry-go-round; all of them mini and brightly colored where rust hasn’t yet taken over. “Ohhh, right,” she says. “Being originally Team Red, I’m also privy to confidential intel that my team’s flag is behind Door No. 2 – naturally, the Throne Room. You know, in case you change your mind about all this breakout plan and decide you want to become war game MVP.” “Nope. My mind’s all made up. I want out of here.” “All righty then,” Nathan says. Then with a flourish: “This way, milady. After you.” “Thank you, kind sir.”

And there, at the right wall there was a dim yellow door but she could not see the words written on it because Kaycee had opened the second door which was a black door with no writing just a few decorations around the edges and the door handle. Thelma paused seeing the black door, she felt odd and weird about the room as she stare at it. Kaycee looked back to her with a raised eyebrow then signaled with a jerk of his head for her to enter. Thelma was reluctant at first, her thoughts were based on immoral activities she thought Kaycee was trying to trick her into doing. She wondered deeply why he brought her into a secret room and not the dress room she was told and also scolds herself for fo

The hallway stretched ahead, lined with doors under soft glows of red, blue, and purple. “These are the themed rooms,” he said. “The colors tell you what’s inside. First up—red. The voyeur rooms. For people who like to watch… or be watched.” One open door pulled my attention. Inside, a couple was going at it while a few others looked on. I snapped my gaze away, cheeks heating. “No need to look away. They want an audience,” Liam murmured, his arm slipping around tighter around my waist. “Maybe later. What’s with the blue doors?” I asked, trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck.

"They will insist on playing loud music and games during the height of the zombie outbreak! And they won't stop even when you tell them to!" "They're also going to eat up all of your rations and then eat your pets too!" "Don't you ever open that door! It's your last line of defense against them!" The knocking on the other side of the door continued, and my vision somehow felt like it had just been attacked by a virus with how the live comments kept popping up non-stop. Yet, all of them warned me not to open the door at all costs. I carefully withdrew my hand, feeling my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

BAD BOY The second I closed the door behind me, I was already hard as fuck. Damn. That woman was fire. Every time she opened her mouth to tell me no, every time she straightened her back and tried to act holy, it just made me want her more. The game wasn’t turning me off… it was turning me on. I could still see her sitting there on my couch, clutching that purse like it could protect her. Her thighs pressed tight together, her chest rising and falling like she was trying to breathe against a storm.