Red Pill Or Blue Pill Game Novels & Stories

I pressed the hot knife to his infected wound, tears threatening to spill. The door opened. Lee and Tori walked in, looking flustered. "How bad is it?" Lee asked, taking out the drugs. "Very bad. He's worsening" I said, wiping away the sweat on his chest. Lee paled, worry evident on his face. I managed to force the right dosage of the drugs into Red's mouth. "How exactly do you know what drug to give him?" Lee asked.

"Natalie, why don't I give the necklace back to you? I shouldn't have accepted it in the first place." The moment her hand touched the necklace, Hunter spoke. "Keep it." Then, he turned to me and stressed, "Whoever drew it got it." I chuckled softly. The private room fell silent for a moment, and Hunter's gaze grew colder. Gabriel frowned and said, "Natalie, it was just a game. Did you really have to make an issue out of it?" Then, he stepped in front of Tiffany. His voice remained gentle, but to me, it felt like a knife pressing against my throat.

The crowd erupts into murmurs of disbelief and excitement. “But there’s a catch,” the auctioneer adds, raising his call to be heard over the noise. “The creator has requested to play a game with you all. In a few minutes, in front of you all, two supposedly alike-looking drugs will be placed. One of them is real, and the other is fake. To win, you must bid on the one you think is real. The winning bidder will take home the real Miracle Drug and everything that comes with it. But be warned—if you choose wrong, you will receive nothing. No refund. No second chances.” The room falls silent, probably the same thought running through every damn mind.

“As a Jack, you tell the lies and Jill is expected to detect it’s a lie. Success in accurate lie detection leads to the elimination of Jack but failure leaves your fate in the hands of Jack. They gain the autonomy to either decide to let the system kill you in exchange for immunity or let you walk out free” “And how is that fair?” the sharp scrape of an agitated voice speared through my thoughts. “This is fucked up. This fucking game. The fucking creator, fuck you all.” Pindrop silence fell. Followed by a loud scoff from the same person. The same one who caused the earlier commotion. “Jack or Jill means either one of you with these tags ends up alive. There’s the rope bridge to carry you ove

Laggas coolly spoke. It was then that everyone noticed that Sybb had disappeared. “Oh, good!” they sighed in relief. … Hail’s and Blue’s fight is wordless, and only their fists talk. Against Hail who is the strongest among their group, Blue would definitely lose. But, due to Blue’s strong emotions right now, as well as Hail deliberately reducing his strength, it is a draw. Neither side is losing or winning. With this, both are just wasting their strength, but this is the only way that both sides could vent.

I don’t hate old men but I hate creepy ones, sexting and asking for nudes and stuff. “Nah far from that. Btw like I said I’ve got something for you.” He didn’t even let me reply back before he sent another text. “Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductio

There were posters of old movies on the walls. And sitting in the computer chair, their face illuminated by the blue light of the monitor, was a teenager. They were wearing headphones, their mouth slightly open in surprise. On their screen, they were looking at a game called **"THE ORIGIN: REVOLUTION."** On the screen, two tiny characters—a girl in a hospital gown and a boy in a hoodie—were standing in a white void, looking directly at the camera. The teenager blinked. They reached for the mouse. "Whoa," the teenager whispered. "Is this a 'Fourth Wall' break? This game is deep."

Now she regretted not listening to him. Ding. Her phone lit up with a notification that read: [Gorgeous ladies in their twenties earning five million per month from live-streaming.] In the President’s office of Platinum Corporation, Darryl let out a long sigh of relief as he put down the “Infinite Elixir Manual” he was reading. He was bubbling with excitement! A few days ago, Darryl got hold of ten or so Monk’s Blood Fruit during the trip. As he read the manual, Darryl realized that he could refine two types of elixir pills using the fruits he had. He was unsure which pill to refine.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede