Riddle Me That Game Novels & Stories

“Not because I don’t want this again—but because my 21st birthday is tomorrow. I don’t want you trying to find me, only to find I’ve got a mate. Or worse—I find you, fall for you, and then get a mate bond dropped in the middle of it all. Because, Esteban, I would come looking for you. I’d chase you down and make you mine.” He sets his pizza down and gently pulls mine from my hands before tugging me into his lap. His kiss is hard, needy, and when we finally break apart, he’s breathless. “You’re right. The second I knew your last name, I’d hunt you down.” We stare at each other for a few beats, both of us wrapped in this ache of almost. I peck his lips once more and grab our pizza. “Okay then,

John sounded confident. Rose tapped her index finger on her chin, deep in thought. "Fine. Let's play a game." "Game?" John's brows raised. "Yes. We will play a game—'How Well Do You Know Me?'—to see who knows me better. Is it my boyfriend or my best friend?" Rose said, glancing between me and John. "Best friend?" I creased my brows. "Don't tell me that I have to play against him." "Yes, It'll be a tough competition this way." Rose smiled.

His response was a dull smile but inside, his thoughts were darker than the words he let slip. “If you’re playing me, Amira… if this is all some game, if you’re the snake Rhea claims you are… I’ll cut the smile off your lips before you ever use it against me again. And I’ll bury you so deep in the ground no one will ever whisper your name.”

The kind of man who belongs in a biker bar, not a carnival. “Are you here to play?” “I guess?” I say, looking at Axel. “Where is everyone?” “If you give me a minute, I’ll explain the rules.” “Go ahead,” Axel says, and I nod my head. “So, as I’m sure that you’ve already gathered, this game is called guess my kink. I’m the guesser. If you want to play, you stand up on the scale and I guess your kink. If I get it right, I win, if I don’t, you win. Make sense?”

Quinn finishes her water and puts the empty bottle in her bag. “I have to pee.” “Go in the woods,” I tell her, waving my hand at the trees behind us. “Keep watch and make sure no one is coming?” “Okay.” I finish my food and get up, looking down the path. There’s no one in sight. Quinn goes a few yards away just in case, and once she’s out of sight, I carefully pull her grandmother’s ring from my pocket. It’s in a little velvet bag, but I’m still scared of losing it.

"Hello, my dear ladies. Tonight we're reunited to play a game that I found in the human dimension, with a small variation, because, if there's not a little danger, it isn't fun enough, right!?" She laughed the most wicked laugh she could manage to laugh, and Belle's heart shrank. Raquel saw the girl by her side get a little paler than what she was already if it was even possible. Raq smiled a little, not letting Belle see, after all, what was the thrill of the ambiance and the unknown game, if not that? "Tonight the game's name is "Is that you, Moriarty?" The rules are simple, two ladies will step forward and will be blindfolded. They will fight each other in a duel style.

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

The ball sailed through the hoop on my first try, drawing a smattering of applause. "Well done," another woman said, her tone begrudging. "Perhaps beginner’s luck?" The second game was a riddle-solving contest, where each tile’s symbol corresponded to a clue. I listened intently as the riddles were read aloud, piecing together the answers as quickly as I could. "Impressive," one woman remarked when I answered correctly. But her smile didn’t reach her eyes. "I suppose you’ve had time to study Pack lore."

She nodded slightly before peering deeper into the store. " There's an arcade game at that corner over there. Want to play?" " Uh... Sure. " " You have a penny?" " A few coins." We walked over to the arcade and she slotted a coin into it and soon the arcade popped to the life. It was just a regular game, nothing fancy, but she looked good at it. " You know how to play?" I asked.

The user at the top started typing. ‘The game is about to begin. For the first game, you’ll be given some set of riddles and you have just 6minutes as a deadline for you to answer. We will both play in turns and whoever wins the finals passes but if you fail, it will lead to the death of one of your loved ones.” The moment I finished reading it, it disappeared from my screen. Okay this is getting a bit creepy but can someone tell this dumbass to stop playing with the life of my loved ones? Can we just get the game started? Pfff!