Treacherous Game Novels & Stories

Kenzie reassured Maddox. “Damn. Is this a trap?” “You think?” “Are you messing with me? You’re the one assigned here.” “Shheems, let’s go in; there might be people inside.” “Tsk.” Maddox shoved the door open, slowly peeking inside the house with a sense of frustration. "Clear; nobody is inside." “What? Are you serious?” Just as Kenzie posed that question, a loud noise and gunfire erupted. “Damn. Come on, bro. It's a trap," Kenzie yelled at Maddox, just before another bullet struck them, causing them to fall heavily.

she asked further. “Because I want the treasures, I'm your husband-to-be and I should be the one controlling our money and not you” he said, sweating profusely. Alessia's brows scrunched up on their own in disappointment. “I can see you're just being jealous. The safe box's contents are my father's family's treasure, something that is passed to every first born, I can't break the rule of giving it to an outsider” She spewed out without thinking twice.

You simply slash the rent for everyone who wants to live in your building for no good reason. He wasn't the only one who kept tabs on the people in his circle. As a computer genius, owner of a luxury building in D.C., and the CEO of Harper Security, an elite private security firm, Christian had eyes and ears everywhere. He knew about Francis's blackmail. Hell, he was the one I'd tasked with tracking down and destroying the evidence. He was also an asshole who got off on seeing how far he could push people. Some pushed back. Most didn't. Unfortunately for him, I was one of the few who called him out on his bullshit without hesitation.

And I'd show that my entry in that game had only one goal: to win. -Put them in that room! *(Play song- Gangsta by Kehlani)* I heard the deep and masculine voice yelling in the background, echoing through the vast space of the abandoned warehouse. I walked slowly into one of the rooms, which was in a much better state than the rooms where the victims of my little game would be in. I heard heavy footsteps in the cold floor right behind me, taking care to serve me. I walked to the center of the huge room, where there was a table with three chairs around, and a small black leather couch; on the left side of the room there was a small counter with an electric coffee maker and bottles of alcoholi

She mostly kept to the city, but she loved the sights of the colourful lights and brightly decorated stores that stood out in the gloom of the night. “What are you hungry for?” “Anything.” She answered, distracted by the teenage girls playing hopscotch in front of a four-storey building. “Anything.” He repeated. “Do you come here often?” "Not recently, but I used to." He pointed at her window. "There is a gaming centre down that road. In college, I loved to come over and play a game or ten with my friends." "What kind of games." "RPG." "Are you any good?"

Terren said to Tasha but Tessy would not hear it. "Why would she be afraid of a mere game? It's no big deal" She stated and looked at Tasha, "Don't be a coward, girlie. It's just a game." Tasha eyed her and cringed in her mind. What if what happened three years back repeats itself? "You know what, I am not playing. Just play, I will watch and cheer." She said and tried standing up but Trucy pulled her down. "It's not a must you pick D, you can always go for T"

Our rivals Leo, Spencer and Tristan had entered minutes before, no doubt searching for the same prize we sought — the map's missing piece. So, stepping further into the tunnels, the wristbands flickered, a warning flashed that failure would result in severe punishment before the screens went black again. Silence fell as we glanced at each other, a million thoughts running through our minds. Whatever this sinister second game was, we had no choice but to play along and hope we make it out alive. And so, through the dark alcoves and passageways that yawn like the mouths of beasts, leading to who knows what horrors, through the shadows seem alive as they dance and writhe with a threatening inte

Kat snapped from where she sat beside me. This time the three of us let out long dramatic gasps. We were seated at a booth in Chris' mother's bakery playing a card game that Chris had introduced to us. It was called 'the Resistance'. It was basically a strategy based game where you had to identify who the spy was in the game. And so far, my money was on my dearest boyfriend. Roman and I had been hooked from the beginning but Kat honestly just thought the game was a waste of time. We didn't care, we made her play anyway.

She was a part of a much bigger game. “Thank you, Miranda,” Nadia said quietly. “I didn’t realize how much was at stake.” Miranda met her gaze, her expression unreadable. “It’s not just about pretending, Ms. Nadia. You’re both part of a game that could change everything. And to win, you need to stay sharp. Theodore doesn’t lose, and neither should you.” Nadia’s heart raced. She wasn’t sure if she could win this game, but the stakes were clear now. “I’ll do my best,” she said, determination creeping into her voice.

The protagonists of the live broadcast were none other than me and Heather. In the lower right corner, there was even a prize quiz with the title 'Will the well-known entrepreneur betray his wife?' The prize money had already reached 200,000 dollars. On the public screen, luxury cars kept scrolling past, and various gifts kept appearing. I was stunned. It felt like I had become a tool for the couple to make money. It was as if I had woken up from a dream. I asked her, "What does this mean?" She was also slightly stunned. Perhaps she did not expect me to find the camera. But then she unbuttoned the dress and approached me step by step. "Don't you want to know about Leanne? I will tell you the