Treacherous Game Novels & Stories

Apart from the competitions involved, like archery and horseback riding, there were other violent games like wrestling, shooting of a gun and even the hunt game. The hunt game was the worst of them all, when she was a stripper, she heard of one stripper who participated in the hunt game. The game involved finding a treasure, this treasure usually was a huge sum of money, and making it to the finish line with the treasure. The twist was you could get injured, by your opponents and even killed if things went too far. It was a dangerous and brutal game that tested both physical and mental strength, often pushing participants to their limits. These games, though traditional, might be too intense

To, Rachel Tress You have been invited to this year’s Iridian, a game designed to trick the mind and ensnare the senses. Adventure, mystery, and deceit lie in the palm of your hands. Desire alone will not be enough to win this game, as the odds are placed against you. This year’s prize is one of a kind, fashioned from the magic of the games. Only one will know victory, while nineteen of you will know defeat. This year, the rules have changed. Something dear to your heart has slipped from your grasp, pulled into the game, awaiting your victory. Be warned, to find what was lost, you risk losing yourself in the process.

We had been drawn into this treacherous game, manipulated like pawns on a chessboard, and now we had to outsmart our opponent and reclaim our freedom. Our rival, Nathaniel Ashford, a man known for his ruthless tactics and insatiable thirst for power, had lured us into this high-stakes gamble. With a sinister smile and a glint of triumph in his eyes, he had convinced me that the only way to protect Ethan's empire was to engage in this dangerous game of chance.

Before even the Godfather spoke, Zen’s had a feeling the new game was about betrayal. “Finders keepers, I hope you love finding treasures because the next event is about tracking down map parts and monopolising information.” Disappearing in static, a presentation screen with the treasure hunt rules appeared. Like everyone, Zen read the rules carefully and paled as he paid close attention to the game mechanics. He hated it when he was right… the next event was about betrayal. Did the Godfather want to drive a wedge between alliances?

"Nothing much! We're just going to play a game." "What game?" A smirk curled up at her lips. "A game of tease." My whole facial muscles narrowed in confusion. "A game of tease?" She nodded. "You mean I've to tease someone or something like that?" "Yes!" Excitement dripped from her voice. "Who?" I shouldn't have agreed to go to that club. "Adrian." Her smirk stretched. "Adrian, who..." My eyes widened as the size of saucers as realization hit me. "You mean- you mean that infamous Adrian T Larsen you were chasing for some months now?" Mouth agape, I stared at her incredulously.

" Hmph... If you say so." " So, enjoying the party?" Tricia asked again. " Don't know. I'm just sitting down here." Natalie sure knows how to block all chances of being asked personal questions. " How about we play a game? " Celine suggested. " A party isn't fun without its games." " A game. I like the sound of that." Natalie answered. " So what game should we play?" Bella asked. " Oh, I know... Spin the bottle." Tricia piped in. I glanced at Natalie. She didn't seem affected by it. She took a bottle from the table and emptied the contents on the floor and place it on the table.

A sinister smile spread across Tracy's face. "Let's do as you say." Yaslyn sensed the winds were blowing in her favor, so she relaxed and took out her phone to play a couple of rounds of a game. Observing that, Brad was amazed. "You play this game too? How good are you?" "Senior female player of Scavenger Hunt, a ten-time losing streak icon, inheritor of traditional culture, inheritor of absolutely nothing." Yaslyn grinned after her self-introduction as she unlocked her phone. "You have no idea how good I am."

Cassian’s fingers played with my nipples, pinching and tugging harder, while his other hand guided the gun’s movement inside me, pushing, twisting, pulling—slowly, torturously. “Now you’re wet…” he murmured, voice low, cruelly amused. “I still have more questions… But we will play a game.” His tone came dark. “What kind of game master?” My trembling voice asked. “It is called Russian Roulette,” he said, and my heart dropped… I’ve heard about this deadly game before. The one where a revolver holds a single bullet, and players take turns pulling the trigger, hoping the chamber is empty. The one where someone always loses.

Diane repeated, her face pale. Ellen clutched Peter’s arm. “You said they’d be okay!” “I said they’re alive,” Margaret corrected. “But this journey is dangerous. They have to gather the anchors to return.” Michael leaned forward, his face dark with anger. “And what happens if we try to play the game to get them back?” Margaret’s eyes flashed. “Don’t even think about it. The game is designed for the ones it chooses. If you try to enter their world without being called, it will destroy you. Your only choice is to trust them.”

“I won’t—” “You will,” the Game corrected pleasantly. “OR BOTH DIE.” The last words boomed, letters ten feet tall across every hovering screen. My hand spasmed around the pen. *Safe‑out,* I thought wildly. *Misfire. Glitch. A trap that opens under both of them and dumps them belowstage. A drone malfunction. A fire alarm. Anything.* I grabbed for the world the way I had in every other arena—the floor, the air, the countdown numbers—feeling for a loose seam.