The Closet Game Novels & Stories

She turned around and looked at me. "You think the outcome is the same either way?" "The voting rights transfer or they do not. Those are the only two options. I sat down and she walked over to me and stood between my legs and looked down at me with an expression that was half anger and half something else. She reached up and started unbuttoning her dress and I watched her and tried to figure out what game she was playing because this was definitely a game. She finished unbuttoning the dress and let it fall to the floor and she stood there in just her undergarments and I could see her hands shaking slightly which meant she was not as confident as she was pretending to be.

There was no love in his eyes, only mockery. It was as if he were waiting to see a good show, waiting to see how I wouldn’t leave even after knowing the child wasn’t his. I smiled, ignoring the milk in his hand, and turned back to my room to pack my things. Perhaps because I no longer had any expectations, my whole body felt much lighter. Instead, his hand froze midair, his body stiffening noticeably. - The door opened, and a woman walked in. She wore a pale yellow dress and moved with graceful elegance.

Family photos lined the walls—my mom frozen in time at different ages, smiling like she hadn’t known how things would end. The music was louder in here. Bass-heavy. The kind that rattled the picture frames. I dropped my bag near the couch and followed the sound upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Each thump of the bass got stronger the higher I climbed, vibrating through the floorboards. It was coming from my cousin’s room. I stopped outside his door and knocked once. “Q?” Nothing. I knocked again, harder. “Yo.” Still nothing. I frowned and reached for the handle, pushing the door open without thinking.

A large number of people staring up at him with the kind of silence that comes right before something terrible. "The game is called Takeout," he mentioned. "The rules are simple. You have ten minutes to kill as many players as possible. For every player you eliminate, you receive five of their lives to carry into future rounds." He tilted his head slightly. "Protect yourself or don't….That is entirely up to you." Nobody moved. "Guards." The doors above the platform opened. Crates dropped from the ceiling on thick cables and hit the floor with a sound like cannon fire, splitting open on impact. Guns, knives, batons, and rope spilled out across the black tile in every direction.

He tapped on it to confirm it was him. After confirming that everything was ok, he walked out and the door closed. He pressed a button then stepped back. The door moved backwards then a wall slid in front of it to cover it, making it look like a normal closet. No one would even know that there was a secret room behind the wall. Alexander walked out of the closet. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and slid it off his body. His eyes landed on the dress laying on the couch. He walked over and took a look at it.

Before I could ask, he let out a faint chuckle and raised his finger toward a sleek door near the far side of the room. “Over there,” he said, and then his eyes fluttered shut again like he didn’t have the strength to keep them open. I huffed out a breath and walked across the room, twisting the handle. The moment the door opened, the lights inside flicked on automatically, and I froze. It wasn’t just a closet. It was a world of its own. Rows upon rows of clothing stretched down both sides. Suits, tuxedos, pressed shirts, perfectly folded trousers, racks of jerseys, some with bold signatures scrawled across them, proof that even the famous Kai Blackthorn had other players he also looked up t

I turned and fled from the room without a word, heading straight for the basement. Most of it was furnished into a large game room, complete with couches, tv’s, a large bar, and every kind of tabletop game there was. What most people didn’t know was that there was a secret door hidden behind the bar that led to the utility area for the Manor. And located there was a closet where my bedroom was, a very old set of washer and dryers, and a little bathroom.

Every single light in the apartment had died, plunging the fortress into a pitch-black labyrinth illuminated only by the faint, chaotic sweep of flashlight beams from the living room. We didn't have time to reach the elevator or the service garage. They had the exits blocked. In a move of absolute desperation, I kicked open the hidden flush panel of a small utility closet at the very end of the hall—a space meant for nothing more than network servers and extra linens. I dragged Malakai inside, pulling the heavy, reinforced door shut until the magnetic latch clicked into place with a sickeningly quiet snap. The darkness inside the closet was absolute, suffocating, and incredibly tight.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

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.