The Midnight Game Rules Novels & Stories

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn

Ashra's face was filled with fear before Sarah turned to face Gunner who was blankly looking at her. “Since she breaks some rules, her points will be deducted. We need a fair game here and we don't like someone cheating on us.” Sarah added, rolling her eyes at me when she caught me looking at her with disbelief. “We will start the contest for five minutes. Choose wisely here.” I saw that it was full of white flags while there was a written number on it. The written number was the number who we would fight with. “Oh, it's a pick-me game.” Lady Maureen attempted to make fun of it but she failed. We started picking the numbers and chose the one who we needed to fight with.

"There are no other rules for this game." My throat dried up. No other rules. Meaning killing was allowed even encouraged because if one were to get rid of their competition regardless of how late they were they could still make the top six if there were only six people left in the game. "What are you doing here?" I turned slowly to see Adelyn glaring at me with two minions behind her. Unlike us, she was fully geared. There was no way she didn't know that the selection would happen that night. She definitely knew. I tried to form the words but I couldn't, which made her more furious.

We arranged ourselves swiftly and six maids marched out, three held cushions with blindfolds on them. “Please ensure there's enough space between yourself and the person behind. Then, turn to face the person beside you.” The sudden sound of a solemn piano filled the air and the tension thickened. Eddie was really going all out for this game. “The rules are simple. Every one of you will be monitored by the maid beside you and to ensure total clarity of the final result, they have a camera clipped on them. One part of each couple will be blindfolded, the first to place a kiss perfectly on their partner's lips wins. The non-blindfolded partner is not to move from their initial position, doing s

"We're all here for the same reason. To play. To explore. To push limits. Your relationship outside this room is your business." "Good," Dante said. "Then let's establish rules before we start." We spent the next twenty minutes going over boundaries. Hard limits were discussed. Everyone showed recent test results. Safewords were established and acknowledged. The rules of the game were simple: Standard strip poker rules Five players: Me, Dante, Marcus, Helena, and James (Alex was already committed as their submissive and wouldn't play) First person naked was the loser Winner got to use the loser for one hour however they wanted, within established limits

Another guard moved down the hall, already carrying out orders. “The game is called King of the Night,” Madame Du Bois said. “The lights go out for three minutes. During that time, women may kiss any man they choose. If a man is kissed, he must accept the mark. Lipstick marks. Visible.” Taren’s face went hard. “No.” Madame Du Bois didn’t blink. “Then you leave, and Kaela stays.” Taren’s fingers flexed around mine. He looked like he wanted to grab me and run, but the guards were there, and Amélie was there, and Madame Du Bois was watching. Astra stirred inside me, angry and alert, but she stayed quiet. She was waiting.

"Aren’t you a little too old for that?" "Not at all." He let go of my chin. "There are games meant only for adults. And to make things interesting, the loser owes the winner a wish." "Within reason," I added quickly, just in case. "What are the rules?" I was genuinely curious. The prize was worth it. I’d win—and make him stay away from me. "We take turns asking three questions each. Whoever refuses to answer—or lies more—loses." "And how are we supposed to know when someone’s lying?"

Desmond said proudly, basking in the glow of his friend's reputation. Jessica, clearly intrigued by the way he spoke, found herself wondering who this friend of his was and whether their skills outmatched Amelia’s. It never crossed her mind that the person in question was actually Amelia herself. “Alright. Let's meet your friend when we get the chance." Jessica agreed, eyes lit with curiosity. After watching the conversation go back and forth for a while, Lorraine finally broke in, unable to hold back. "Can we start already?" “Let's go over the rules first. The winner's the first to play all their cards, and the loser is whoever's left holding anything at the end. Anyone got a problem with t

"Enjoy." Because soon enough, someone would be knocking, and they’d be the ones facing the dean, losing thirty conduct points in the process. Sure enough, a knock came at the door. Crouching down with a bowl full of hot, melted cheese, Rachel called out, "Who is it?" The moment she opened the door and saw who it was, the food in her hand might as well have turned to ashes. Dean Marshall himself stood there, flanked by Ms. Edwards and several other leaders. Their faces darkened at the sight: three girls using high-powered appliances to cook fondue, and charcoal burning on the floor.