The Static Speaks My Name Game Novels & Stories

A voice that had been waiting longer than anyone could imagine. It spoke only four words. And when it did, the Silence recoiled. “I remember your name.”

They are bright and defiant, but also brimming with everything she can’t say. She mouths one final word: Live. The shadows drag her deeper into the fog. I scramble to my feet, throwing myself against the barrier. My fists slam silently into the mist. Each slam burns, but the mist doesn’t move. “Elyra!” Her name tears out of me, but the moment sound forms, the mist shoves itself into my throat, strangling the noise, erasing the echo, punishing the rule I broke. I cough, choking on silence. The Game won’t let me lose.

Obviously, that’s what he’d wanted all along. “Come on,” he said, looking around. “Suggestions, please. Emma, give a suggestion.” Romeo suddenly said Emma blinked. “Suggestion for what game? I don’t even know how to play.” “Come on, Emma, just say anything,” Romeo urged from his seat. She hesitated. “Um… I don’t know. But how about Color Name?” The room went silent. Then Luther burst out laughing, loud enough that the whole club could’ve heard it. “Color Name?” he repeated, shaking his head. “What kind of game is that? Come on, you guys, stop acting like you don’t know Maya’s stalling.”

It was so loud, that I guaranteed someone on the other side of the country could hear. I continued to observe the goddess in front of me. I tried to ignore the fact that another male had his body all over her. I couldn't help but wonder what her name was, probably the most beautiful name ever. A name that suited her perfectly. Another song began to play on the large speakers, one that I heard about five times on the way here. Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you I drink too much and that's an issue but I'm okay... A smile formed on my lips as my mate stepped back from the guy. 'This is my chance,' I thought to myself as I pushed my way through the swarm of werewolves.

Zach furrowed his brow, his words carrying a weight of sincerity. "I'll make it up to you. I can do anything you want—" "Anything, except marry me," I interrupted coldly, finishing the sentence for him. I stood up, walked to the liquor cabinet, and pulled out the most expensive bottle of wine. I uncorked it and poured two glasses. "It's been almost ten years. Let's put an end to it tonight. There'll be no more debts between us from here on out."

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

So I swallow my anger and look away. “The game is simple,” she explains. “It’s called... drum roll, please…” She chuckles when no one responds, then sighs. “The game is called _I’ve Got Resentment._ Each of you will take turns telling me who you resent in this room and why.” I furrow my brows in confusion. What is she talking about? “You’re insane,” Alessandro snaps. She laughs, the sound chilling. “Perhaps. But by the time this is over, I’ll be back in power, and none of this will matter.”

An idea popped up in my mind. "Make a guess, Princess!" I told her, making her brows raise at me. 'Kylo, we shall see if he hears us!' The corner of my lips raised, forming a sneer. "Hmm, the humans call that game 'Name-Game'. I heard that a hundred times before. Should I say his name is Kylo?!" 'Bingo!' Kylo wagged his tail, feeling elevated. 'I am beginning to like her!' He even circled me, delighted with that simple gesture Princess Amira did.

The son of an ancient bastard was refusing to understand what it meant or even speak. “The gentleman is uninvited.” Kiran had to speak for him. “Kayla. Time to unwrap your present,” Imani drew forward and announced. “Get your skates on, don't keep the guests waiting.” Kayla walked to the lengthy table, on which there were plenty of presents. Soon as the host called the attention of the guests to the table and introduced the title of the game, Kayla sighed and wore a smile. Nearly all the guests gathered to watch the game, whose title was ‘Knowing the anonymous’. “Now let the game begin,” announced the host. Following the announcement, Kayla took a box from the table and detached the sticky n