The Midnight Game Rules Novels & Stories

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

ky mom replied in a sassy tone. We finished in the kitchen and proceeded to the living room fir game night. I gave each plate to everyone and laid out the games. “So the rules of the game are, the first person to win a match gains three points. There are five rounds and the highest you can gain is fifteen points. The winner should have the highest amount of Points and gets to spin the wheel. You know that whatever it lands on, the winner gets it” I explained to them. We always had this spinning well for any games we played. And I had won a lot of them.

She reiterated the rules, "Pass the Parcel. When the drumbeat stops, whoever holds the parcel will draw lots. After drawing lots, they must complete the task specified on the lot. If they fail to do so, they will have to reach into the mysterious prize box, and regardless of what they get, they must accept it!" Charlotte, now understanding the game rules, nodded in agreement. Madeline gave her a knowing look and playfully pinched her cheek. "Don't be nervous. Newcomers usually get off easy." As Madeline mentioned this, Eli and Nicholas exchanged glances, remembering the last game of poker they had played. It was a reminder to avoid involving any gambling this time. "Everyone, take your posit

Asher admitted and pouted his lips in annoyance afterwards. The Al further continued explaining the rules. Al: Every participant is expected to report at the dining room daily at 7am sharp for breakfast, no addition or subtraction. By 9am sharp, they should report here and be ready for the first batch games. Each set of games should start by 9:30am and end at 1pm. At 1:10pm, participants should return to the duplex and wash up before reporting for lunch. And after lunch, they're free to do any activity of their choice until dinner time which is 6pm. After dinner time, participants can choose to remain anywhere in the duplex. Also note, no one is allowed to come outside at night by 11pm. Diso

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

I followed him, my heartbeat loud in my ears. Ahead, a midnight-black infinity pool stretched along the cliff’s edge, its silver-trimmed waters glowing like captured starlight. Beyond it, a fire-lit courtyard flickered softly, with obsidian benches circling a ritual pit. The kind of place where deals were sealed in blood and vows under moonlight weren’t just metaphors. Past that, a glimpse of the private combat arena—lit but quiet. Shadow-obstacles flickered like ghosts, waiting to be summoned. The whole place felt like it was holding its breath. Waiting to decide what I was.

“What are the rules of the game?” “Oh.” He blinked, like he'd just snapped out of a trance. “We'll count to twenty, and you'll find somewhere to hide.” “What?” I arched an eyebrow. “That's not how you play it. Everyone is supposed to hide while you count.” “We choose to play differently today.” Mitch chimed in. “It's three against one.” I thought about it for a moment and decided it wasn't a bad idea to change the rules of the game. “Okay, fine.” I replied, raising a hand in mock surrender. “Who's counting?” I asked, looking between them.

I clapped my hands, and the lights came on instantly. I stood on the second floor and called out, "Let the game begin." The bodyguards who had been hiding in the building for days lined up behind me all at once. There weren't many, just ten of them. I looked down at Victoria and the others from the second floor. After counting and confirming everyone was there, I began laying out the rules of the game. "The apocalypse survival game begins now. From this point on, I'll be watching your every move. Everything you do will be visible to me. Everyone must follow the rules of the safe house.

His hand went to the hem of my shirt, and one of his fingers traced a line on my lower belly under the guise of untucking. “Don't touch me!” I grabbed his hand, and gritted my teeth, one arm on his shoulder, trying to shove him away. Ronan turned to the MC who was the moderator. “What does the rules say?” “Every player must cooperate fully to achieve the desired results. Also, whatever happens during the game stays in the room. No receipts.” “This is too much!” Jace snapped, getting to his feet. “You're trying to humiliate him on purpose. There are lots of women here, and even your friends. Why did it have to be him?”