Role Playing Novels & Stories

What exactly was going on? Was this some kind of punishment? Hah! Could this be a session?! Like those roleplays and stuff. He had made his research after their time at the hotel… just in case they had a next time, or something, and he did find his interest picked by it. Where both partners pretend to be a role they're not. But why a dog? Roleplaying a dog being with a human is a little too much, a huge turn off to be exact. Can't they go with something else?

“Okay. How does it start?” “We start with introductions,” Marco said, scooting his chair closer to mine. “We’d normally introduce ourselves and our roles—Dominant, submissive, switch—but for the sake of this exercise, let’s say I’m going to top and you’re going to bottom. Does that work?” I took a breath. Even the words stirred something in me, a mix of nerves and a deep, almost instinctual recognition. To name the roles, even in a role-play, felt like an act of intimacy. “Yes.”

Greta added. I know about that because that's really on their list. In this game, it is said that this theater will act as another character so that you can give justice to that character. Remember? I'm good at that. I always get the lead role but, in this game, it looks like role-playing because it is instant and not on stage. Do you see it? There are salts.

The light is low, casting a sensual glow about the room. “What exactly are we doing here?” She asked. “Our relationship is not even real and you want us to stay here!” She added “Relax! At dinner last night I saw your eyes! Was that acting or real?” He asked. “Is all acting please, we signed a contract and we need to focus on it.” she snapped. “ let’s pretend we are still acting,” “relax act your script, we didn’t exclude a hotel act. We can act anywhere.” He replied.

"You, Bryan! I know you have ugly handwriting! The uglier, the more fun it is. Come and join me here!" The crowd went on laughing, and Bryan came to the stage looking a bit shy. "We don't have an opportunity like this always, we might as well make it fun and challenging, hahaha, so here's what you're going to do." She continued. "Count how many of us are in this room. And then write on the paper the roles. There should be victims, killers, militants, and of course, doctors." Everybody immediately got the flow of the game. "I guess this was a typical game for young teenagers. We played this too back in the days." Bryan said

There were grasses on the ground, the walls were taken down, making it look as though the place was extending way beyond the horizon. “I know you’re not working on your teamwork, but I want us to have a move on. Let’s just refine it along the way.” Mr. Heirt took a parchment between the pages of a thick ancient-looking book. “We’ll use the time of my subject to talk about the roles each of you will play in the game and may I just remind you that whatever role I’ll put you is in accordance to your performance to the audition. I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

“Play?” “Roleplay,” I said, the idea forming fully as I spoke it. “You’re the engaged billionaire, I’m the naive neighbor girl who doesn’t know any better. We’re meeting secretly. You’re seducing me.” A dark chuckle escaped him. “That’s not roleplay, sweet. That’s reality.” “But in reality, I know better,” I countered, my voice gaining a teasing edge. “In the game, I’m truly naive. I think you’re just being kind. I think this is just… friendship. You have to convince me.”

So, I decided to threaten him by pretending to jump off a building. "Do you think Hansel didn't know I wouldn't actually jump? Of course, he knew. He was just afraid I might accidentally get hurt." I stared at Nara, who couldn't stop talking. It seemed that in my previous life, she had taken her games too far, which ultimately cost her her life. She never truly intended to die. Yet, because of her so-called "game", it ended up sacrificing myself, Ezra, and my poor unborn child. The thought of it made me lose all restraint. So, I charged forward and shoved her hard.

I informed him, making him grimace before smiling brightly at me. “Alright. I’ll participate. What’s the first activity?” “Well, on day two, we usually do a small hunt. It’s a contest to see who can gather the most kills using their talents! Osirus and I usually judge, but if you’re going to participate, so will I!” “Alright. Come on.” I took the hand he offered me before walking out, proud to be at his side, which I could tell instantly made Osirus furious. I squeezed Jonas’s hand before moving to Osirus’ side as he called everyone to order.

The words were nothing but a carefully constructed, filtered, and hashtagged lie, but watching the follower count tick up to 805, 806, and 807 brought a terrifying realization. This wasn't just a lie anymore; it was a full-blown performance, and the curtain had just gone up. Grabbing the same hoodie from last night to use as a new costume, pulling it on, and looking in the mirror revealed someone who didn't look like a boyfriend at all, but rather just a nervous nursing student about to throw up. Act as if you belong, Kyle had said. Taking a deep breath and fixing my glasses was the only thing left to do before walking out the door.