The Insanity Game Novels & Stories

I shook my head again, my cries getting louder. “I won’t leave you. I won’t save myself… but you can.” I looked at her and saw her shocked. “Then let’s find a way to get ourselves out from this hell. Okay?” I nodded and looked around. Trying to find any possible way to get out. But there was none. No windows. Only one door. With a guard on it. I’m losing hope. “I need to get one of you. Who will sacrifice?” a man suddenly went in. We looked at him and he was holding a… gun.

“No, you haven’t, Killian. Winning to you is all-inclusive. You call it focus and I call it insanity. You play a game and the ‘powers that be’ pay you a lot of money. I get that. But… when it’s all said and done, it’s a game. Boys out on a field, pounding each other into the mud. A game.” Killian’s eyes went dark. “It’s more than a game, Rebecca.” Why had I come here and put myself through this? Yes, I was horny and lonely, but most of all weak. “It’s a game.” His fingers ran through his hair and he turned away. I managed to take a slow, calming breath. I could do this. “Sit down, please,” he said when he turned back. “In here?” “Yes, in here.”

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

“Don’t play games with me.” He stepped closer, water dripping down his dark hair. “You really didn’t catch on? You didn’t see it?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I wanted to scream, to argue, to tear the words right out of his throat. But deep inside, something twisted. Something that made me question myself. The storm beat down harder, and I finally forced the words out. “If what you’re saying is true… then it means someone switched us. Do you hear how insane that sounds? That can’t be real.”

All of you, help me…" Lindsay and I had duped the man into making this video by enticing him with our company stocks. … The Pendragons raced to the villa with their bodyguards and cried out, "We have to leave! We're running out of time! Open the door!" We opened the first-floor window. "The company is going under!" Zagreus shouted. "We have to escape to another country, and fast! Come on, bring Lindsay with you!" I smiled. Zion froze, holding his brother's hand as special ops surrounded them.

he muttered, breaking into a chuckle. “And that's why we love you, Marcus,” I teased, batting my lashes. He straightened, his amusement vanishing. “But seriously, Osborn, I'm pissed. We had an agreement, and you did the exact opposite of what we discussed.” “I didn't have a choice,” I argued. “And, wait—how do you even know about the ambush? It wasn't on the news.” He stiffened. “Ambush? What ambush?” “Ohh…” My brows furrowed. “what were you talking about then?”

I once again witnessed just how brutal this game was. The tension that had already been stretched tight inside me pulled even tighter. “Today’s notice: The church is a sacred place. Anyone who lies here will have their tongue cut off.” I clamped my mouth shut after hearing that, no longer daring to say the words “I didn’t kill anyone.” “Are you an impostor?” The hot-headed guy in chains grabbed someone at random and barked the question. “I’m not.” Nothing happened. The man was not lying.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

“So let’s multitask.” “What kind of game?” He leaned on the counter, lowering his voice like it was a grand conspiracy. “You answer one question honestly, I answer one. No lies. No deflecting. But if you skip a question—you owe me a candy bar.” Callie raised an eyebrow. “That’s the game?” “And it’s patented,” he added. “Filed it this morning under Emotional Sabotage, LLC.” She smirked. “Alright. One round.” Eli grinned. “Okay. I’ll go first.”

he said quietly. “Because you kidnapped me.” He tilted his head, the faintest shadow of a smile on his lips. “And yet, here you are. Alive. Comfortable. Fed.” “That doesn’t make it right.” “I didn’t say it did.” My fists tightened around the duvet. “Then stop pretending this is some kind of game.” “It’s not a game,” he said simply. “It’s perspective.” I stared. “You’re insane.” He chuckled under his breath. “Maybe. But insanity’s subjective, isn’t it?”