The Eye Horror Game Novels & Stories

I was in the wrong game? This was a horror game, not an otome romance? In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

"There are lots of rooms in there, each with its own... 'occupant.' You need to pick a place to stay, then figure out how to survive their welcome for ten days." Everyone started heading for the manor. I followed behind, without noticing glowing comments floating in the air above us. 【Livestream Viewers: 233,847】 【Comment 1: lol more newbies here to die】 【Comment 2: a face-blind girl in a horror game? she won't even see it coming lmao】 【Comment 3: Sensory deficiencies in an S-class game is suicide】 【Comment 4: wait, i've heard of this game. even the legendary guild leader of Nightfall got his whole team wiped out here】

Maybe she will end up in the second category after all-the one where the main character in a horror movie ends up dead right in the enemy's lair. Mum, Dad! I am so sorry!!!!! She shut her eyes closed tightly, bracing for whatever is to happen. She gasped when the chilliness of the blade came in contact with the skin of her neck, causing her to shudder. She snapped her eyes open in fright and alarm, her pleading screams muffled by the seal on her mouth. Unshed glistening tears flowed from her eyes. Amber marvelled at her pitiable state with devilish relish glowing amber eyes.

His eyes hinted at amusement, and I raised an eyebrow in question. “Why?” “Have you seen the game?” I shifted my gaze to the screen, taking a few seconds to observe the gameplay demonstration before realizing which game I had chosen. My eyes moved up to the screen, where the name of the game was written. The letters were printed in red with rough edges and a blood-like dripping effect. WEREWOLF HUNTER. “Shoot,” I muttered. I fell silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. Andrew laughed along with me, and we exchanged glances while holding our stomachs, laughing until a tear appeared in the corner of my eye.

My hands slowly went to his neck, I needed more, I slowly pushed myself into him. God knows I lost it ,I let the pleasure control me. His lips grazed mine...our tongues both fighting for dominance. Oh god,his hands were slowly going round my body. Mike's POV Oh god,this girl will drive me nuts. I had missed her alot,these last 3 days were the worst days of my life. I couldn't eat nor sleep. I had to see her. When she opened the door she just jumped on me. I swear I got confused especially when I saw her cry.

Summer said before she closed the door. Mason frowned before he lowered his head to glance at his phone. When he saw the notification, he seemed to understand what happened. He stared at Xena's name for a moment before he let out a small sigh. Then, he returned to his apartment. … After School, Summer's newly launched horror game, reached two million registered users within just 12 hours of release. Content creators across all major video platforms were all announcing that they would be reviewing the game soon. Early the next day, Hartford Group had an emergency meeting.

In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs. "What's that?" I caught myself as a heavy reek of blood filled my nose. I pulled out my phone to light the way. One glance and my blood ran cold. It was the fake officer's body. He was dead. My stomach lurched, and I retched. His eyes were wide, and he was slumped against the wall, utterly still. Blood covered him, especially across the chest, and his clothes were almost black. I must've stepped on his outstretched foot and nearly fallen. I fought down a wave of nausea, lifted my phone for light, and stepped closer to see how he'd died.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

“That’s higher than I thought you’d say. I do like having green eyes, but I like yours too. Our child will have dark hair, right? How do dominant genes work?” Archer’s eyes light up. “You really want me to explain it? Because I will.” “Sure. But don’t get mad if I don’t follow along.” “I’m happy to repeat myself. I told you, biology fascinates me.” * Archer comes to a sudden stop, staring across the street. We’re making our way down Michigan Avenue on our way to the Cheesecake Factory. “See a ghost?” I ask him. “That’s Dr. Crawford.” “Who?”