The Lemon Games Novels & Stories

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

“We’re not leaving until these are gone. That’s the rule.” Jordan immediately dragged us toward the racing games. He claimed the middle seat of a three-player cabinet that looked like a neon spaceship, and Macmillan and I took the ones on either side. The countdown started. Engines roared through the speakers. I gripped the wheel tighter than necessary and floored it the second the light turned green.

And yet… she couldn’t forget the way his lips had felt, the way her body had betrayed he and--Damn it! Her phone buzzed again. ‘Keep going, honey. Remember all he’s done to you and never forget that your revenge is a must.’ Amira swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her ears. Three months left. That was all the time she had to play this dangerous game. She turned the phone face down in her lap, forcing her expression into something neutral. The men were still talking about alliances, threats, and all things money-related but their voices blurred in her ears. All she could hear was the echo of Alessandro’s words.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

“Now that the queen has officially turned twenty-five, it’s time to play a game!” I groaned immediately. “Oh no. No games, Sandra. The last time we played one, I ended up kissing that creepy waiter at the bar.” Amara burst out laughing. “And he still follows her on I*******m till today!” “Exactly!” I said, pointing accusingly. “That’s why we’re not doing this.” But they were already ignoring me. Joyce clapped her hands together. “Truth or dare!” A chorus of cheers filled the room. Sandra smirked and handed me a half-filled shot glass. “Rules are simple… if you refuse a truth or dare, you drink. And no chickening out.”

You don't go of course, you don't go around it, its just you, the command and whatever the command is. So I get up and open the door my dad nearly pounded down and say, "Dad, this is something I don't want any part in. There's us, the 50 that joined us from the last couple slaughters and Lunar Peak. We make up 2,500 werewolves, Lunar Peak make up 1,750 give or take a few on both our sides. But that's it. That is the last of our kind. While we out number them, they could still do severe damage on our end. We know they have that rediculous ceremony event thing tonight, thanks to the scouts, but they are the only other pack that hasn't been beaten in history. We were their allies, are we really

The plants were neatly lined and arranged; it looked satisfying, but with just one slam of the shovel, the perfect line was gone. She started to dig hard. Her veins were visible as she exerted extra strength. She knows exactly where. Three meters from the first lemon tree she planted and two meters from the third tomato in the third row. A spot where she buried her most important possession, the things that she wished she could live without—a vault for her two guns and bullets. Things she wished she would never need again.

“It’s okay, just don’t take out my braids. They’re a source of pride in my pack.” She watched Autumn work in the mirror, thankful for her help. The Luna Games were down to eight candidates, leaving them with less than eight days to get Lewis and get out of Grey Stone. Autumn’s help would push their time limit as far as it could go, though even that might not be enough. They were there to gain an ally but with that impossible task, they had to face war. Nala didn’t know the situation in Red Dawn nor their plans to take down Silver Night. They were still waiting for word back from Michael, after sending him the news about the Games on the first night they arrived. She was anxious for an update

I sigh. "You smoke?" He asks. "it won't help" I whine. "Okay then…" "I think this is going to be one of my birthdays that sucks so much. And I the fact that I am not even with my phone." I yell! Liam is quiet. "Okay then, Raven, How would you like to play a game…" His voice is low and comes out surprisingly enchanting. And suddenly I get all excited. "I love games" I beam. . *

I know how important it is for me. Three months later Today is a big day for me, I gonna participate in a game. I don't know what the game is but I have a hush that it's not any good game cause the winner will get into BLOOD. I mean the mafia gang Leo has and which is also from his generation. It's gonna happen in his base. This game is just for humans not for any other species. But the humans who participate are aware that they are singing the death sentence as well as death. If you win never can go out of BLOOD serve for them, fight for them and die for them. If you not I don't know exactly what they gonna do with them. By observing them all I think they will kill them.