Story Untold Game Novels & Stories

I couldn't speak, so I could only endure it in silence. But Carla never let anyone off easily. "Steal your account?" she laughed. "Dude, did you just crawl out of a time capsule? This game's security is rock-solid. Literally zero stolen accounts since day one. Try using your brain next time you make up a lie." "You—who knows how he did it? Maybe he just found a way. Anyway, he stole it!" Bruce's skin was impressively thick. Even now, he refused to back down. As she was about to continue, I gently grabbed Carla's hand and shook my head.

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Eraregord, Othes Forest-- After several failed attempts of trying to build a fire. Katherine finally managed to do so with the help of Llewellyn, of course. "I believe I was five when I built my first fire," Llewellyn chuckled in a lame attempt to tease her. "Well not everyone had such an eventful childhood," Katherine said while rolling her eyes and finding a comfy spot of grass to lay on. "Enlighten me, how so?" Katherine barely spoke about her life before Lady Morgan, it was uncomfortable reliving those memories but as time passed, one could say it didn't bother her as much.

If I didn't like someone, I made damn sure they knew it, but extraordinary circumstances called for extraordinary measures. Francis's mouth thinned. "Then what would you suggest?" "A year is a more reasonable timeframe." Never was better, but sadly, it wasn't an option. A year would do. It was short enough that Francis would agree to it and long enough for me to find and destroy the blackmail evidence. Hopefully. "Announcements should also go out later," I said. "A month gives us time to craft a proper story, considering your daughter and I have never so much as been seen in public together before."

The floor was sparkly and the books were neatly arranged, but I could feel the dust beneath the shelf as I ran my right hand on the smooth wood. Twice in a day. Same straightforward question, the same tight-lipped response. Like Camille, had something sinister happened to the rest of the family? Was Salvatore… dead?. Why won't anyone tell me anything? What was the family hiding?! I swept through the books, not the new ones, but the old ones kept away on a special-looking shelf. Most of them were about the Axtons, history, journals, and keep stakes from their previous lives in the mafia world. I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch.

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

"It's not really a happy story, so you should probably not look at me with such anticipating eyes." He said, peeping through the corner of his eyes. "Don't mind my eyes, the story." I urged. "Fine." He replied, playfully rolling his eyes at me. "I grew up in the very troubled suburbs of Felanto. We weren't well off, but we managed to get by. I started getting scholarships from elementary school and tutored my sister, Kaila so she could start getting hers earlier-"

She took the fallen paper plane from the table and all the students were staring at her, anticipating how she'll react. "Good morning class, I am Mrs McElwain's substitute until she comes back from her maternal leave," She calmly said. The students quietly came back to their seats and stared at the auburn-haired woman in front. "I am Miranda Thorne. You may call me Ms Thorne. Now, can someone tell me what your last lesson was about?" One student raised her hand, Miranda nodded, giving the student permission to stand. “We always have Mondays as storytelling, Ms Thorne," Another student raised a hand.

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

Edrin I have told this story many times. I have told it to firelight and stone. To rivers that never answer and to skies that pretend they don’t hear my prayers. I have told it to myself until the words wore grooves into my bones. No one ever listens the way they think they do. They listen for triumph. There is none. The Game does not begin with spectacle. That is the first lie people tell themselves. It begins with a quiet thought. With an invitation folded too neatly. With a certainty that whatever you are walking toward cannot be worse than what you are leaving behind.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.