Riddle Me That Game Novels & Stories

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

You look beautiful," Anika exclaimed. Sarah grinned and bowed her head, but not before Anika noticed the tiny pink on her cheeks. Jacob made an impatient motion toward Casper. "Why are you standing here while he is standing over there?" Jacob's face stiffened as he examined the room. "I should have known the old bastard would be here." Anika followed his eyes and found Pete Foxhorn holding court within earshot of Casper. Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous.

I countered, but he only groaned in response. "You'll all be paired up in a group of two and given a map of riddles. Each riddle solved will lead you to next clue where you'd have to pick up colorful ribbons as proof before heading to the next." He continued. "Whoever solves the last riddle that'll lead to the final treasure will get a reward." He added as the other teachers handed a sealed paper to each and every one of us. "The paper in your hands have random numbers written on them and whoever matches with you, will be your partner for the game so go ahead and open them to find your partner." He ordered and everyone began to open their papers as they started to pair with their partners.

She picked up her glass and gulped her wine. The next time they meet, she would no longer be the same Waverly. "Bellamy, should we play a drinking game?" "Aren't we going to play truth or dare?" Bellamy asked with a smile. "I know all of your truths, and my dares are those you wouldn't have the guts to. A drinking game would be better." "Alright then. What are we playing?" "Okay, do you know how to rap?" "Where did you learn how to rap? This is such a difficult drinking game. Mine's better. We'll play a riddle. The loser will have to be punished, otherwise, they have to drink." Bellamy thought of another one.

Naturally, where young ladies gathered, gentlemen soon followed. A young steward, likely in service to the host family, stood behind the riddle table with a practiced smile. “Ladies, please! This is a game of minds, not a bidding war. These pins are not for sale,” he said cheerfully. “Whoever solves the riddle inspired by their design shall claim them as a prize. If any brave gentleman wishes to assist a lady in need, who knows? Winning a riddle might win more than just a trinket.” The crowd only thickened.

But I wasn’t. Not when Ryder was sitting directly across from me, his presence a constant pull. “Alright,” Camilla said, clinking her glass with her fork. “Let us do something interesting” Daniel groaned. “Not another drinking game.” She rolled her eyes. “It is not that kind of game.” Nichole perked up. “What kind of game?” “Pick a card” Camilla smirked. “We will all pick a card and answer the questions asked in it or do anything it says,”

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

I know he felt bad for me and he's probably worried. Today, we were awoken by the sound track of Maze Runner and I did everything to stay awake and drank coffee. That music must have been a clue that we'll play something intense. "Good morning, ex-couples." The game master greeted us early this morning. "Good morning, Master." We greeted him back in unison. "Did you recognize the song this morning? If you are familiar with it, it is related to today's game. Today's game is called 'Meet Me at the Finish Line, Ex.'"

Find us. A smile graced my lips and I willingly read the instructions indicated to play the game. I am dying to see them, but if they want to play a game, then I would love to. The instruction says that I need to complete small riddles and with every riddle I successfully answer, a hint will be given that will point me to their location. The first riddle was in the kitchen and I quickly went to solve it. I picked up the tablet and read the riddle.