Silent Library Game Show Novels & Stories

Finally, he moved away with a last kiss. "Let's play a game, shall we?" Looking at her exhausted face, he chuckled "I am going to ask you some questions. You'll be spanked if you get the answer wrong or take longer than 5 seconds. The amount of spanking will amount to if you have or have not answered the question and the number of times you got the answer wrong. Got it?"

I laugh knowing what is going to happen, Rasheed looks at me all worried and I just wave my hand and join the group of onlookers. I am brought to my chair and Onyx is given a chair beside me. Sierra grabs a microphone and walks over to the table. “Now dad’s-to-be we have a little game for you all to play, before you all go off and have a “Man’s gathering” whatever that is. The game is simple. Whoever is the quickest and cleanest wins. We made this game as real as we could, it is chocolate don’t worry dads.” Sierra chuckles.

When Suzy remained silent, the voice rang out again, taunting her. “Your silence means agreement. Since you’ve agreed, let’s begin! Given how well you know Diana, this game should be easy for you. “After all, last time, I sent someone so convincing that even her own brother, Dylan, didn’t notice the difference. Yet you spotted it immediately.” Before Suzy could respond, the voice continued. “I’m giving you three minutes. During that time, you must remain where you are and cannot approach any of them.”

He made small talk until the end of the dinner, and after they had packed the dished to the kitchen, they sat down at the table drinking a glass of wine each. "So how about we play a game,” Silas intercepted and they both looked at him, "A game,” "Yes…we'll ask each other questions and if you don't answer, you take a shot of whiskey, I'll go get the drink,” He stood up to get them within the house and came back minutes later with a bottle of whiskey and a glass of shot. He placed them on the table, "Let's start, I'll go first, ask me anything you would like to know,”

…Selena's pov… As I arrived at the designated meeting point, Silence's words struck me with a sense of unease. He instructed me to turn off my phone—a demand that challenged my instinctual need for control and communication. Despite the urge to protest, I understood the gravity of the situation. With a reluctant nod, I powered off my phone, severing the last thread connecting me to the outside world. Led by Silence, I ventured deeper into the enigmatic building. The air held a subtle mix of secrecy and anticipation, tangible enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. The corridors were dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets to those who listened.

“Don’t do that, Alek! That’s way too much money, for a ring!” He just smiles at me, eyes warm with mischief. “Let me show you something, Claire.” The host strikes the gravel again. “Going once…” I look out over the crowd. No one moves. No placards lift. No mutters or whispers. Just silence. I glance toward Katya’s booth. She’s frozen, seething, but silent. “Going twice…” Still nothing. And then, “Sold!” The final strike of the gravel echoes across the hall like a gunshot.

"Someone is inside." The scraping stopped. Silence. Then, a soft ‘thud’ from the hallway. "He's in the walls," I whispered. Lucian signaled Rylan to flank the corridor. "Silas!" Lucian shouted. "Face me!" No answer. Suddenly, the gas fireplace flared, the flames roaring blue. A voice came from the hidden speakers of the surround sound system. "You found my little house in Zurich," Silas’s voice echoed, smooth and mocking. "I'm impressed, nephew. I didn't think you had the spine."

Liora stepped onto the stage, bathed in the brightest spotlights. Behind her, a massive screen displayed Azure’s impressive statistics. However, there was one empty seat next to the podium reserved specifically for the “Guest of Honor” Silas White. Silas was brought out and forced to sit there under the tight watch of Mavric’s undercover security team. He looked broken, his eyes wild as he searched for an escape, but he was trapped in front of thousands of eyes and world television cameras. “Good evening, distinguished guests,” Liora began her speech in a calm yet commanding voice.

Cassian snapped, though his voice dropped slightly. Selene walked back to her desk and glanced down at her cell phone, which was sitting face-down right next to her laptop. Reaching out, she turned it over and tapped the screen. The screen lit up with a long list of missed calls from Cassian and his marketing staff. At the very top, the small icon of a slashed bell showed that the phone was still set to total silence. She had turned the volume off two hours ago, wanting to drown out every single thought of him with work.

Someone laughed. Someone said goodbye. Eventually, the house fell silent. Nate remained awake. He hadn't moved much. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at his phone. A message from Micah appeared. Micah: You okay? Nate typed: Nate: Yeah. He wasn't. But he didn't know how to explain that. Another hour passed. Then came a knock. Three quiet taps. Nate froze. He knew who it was. He stood slowly. Another knock.