Trickster Game Novels & Stories

"I know the walkthrough. I traded for it with my balance. Cross the beam, then use the stick—three short taps, two long. The crocodiles won't attack, and the bridge won't collapse." Nolan shot back, "You're lying. You don't have money. Bianca said the crocodiles are fake—just jump in and swim. You trying to get everyone killed? Or play the final winner? We don't even know if winning is a reward or a punishment. Trust me—follow my way." I leaned against a tree, smiling coldly. "Fine. You trust Bianca that much? Go first." The crowd started nodding. "Yeah—both of you try it. We'll know who's right soon enough."

Hours until he came back and acted like none of this rattled me. Good. Let him think he’d won this round. By the time Tristain Darson walked back into his precious house, I’d be ready. And next time he tried to play a game with me— I wouldn’t just step onto the board. I’d flip the whole damn thing over. ———————————————————————————————————————

their name was Nami and Wizard, they are their nickname. their game was decided since no one is fit to play a physical game, so they were given a mental game, or a game of trust, that game have broken the trust between partners. and the name of the game was Who Suffers. there are two teams, first, one play is chosen from each game, and they have to find a power card which is very rare and normal cards of rock paper and scissors, they can only take two one for themselves and one for their teammate and they have search jungle to find those card, and it depends on their luck which they find, their will going to two types of unknown power card, and with a special card, play can switch team.

Hector warned. The first game we were going to play was track the treasure. There were three groups, and three treasures. If one group was able able to get all three treasures, then the other groups would be automatically evicted. If two of the groups were able to get them, the group without none would be evicted and vice versa. "Are they planning to kill us or something?" Jameson asked as he watched some group of officials, blindfolding the candidates. "Maybe." I chuckled in reply.

Trista said, giving Cassian a dismissive shove. Cassian pulled his gaze back and looked down at her, his face dark with irritation. "Move. I'll play for you." "No!" Trista immediately shielded her cards, looking like a wolf protecting its kill. "My luck just turned. No one touches this hand." She had been losing all afternoon, and she finally had a pair of Aces. She wasn't about to let anyone else take the thrill of the kill. Isaiah, remembering the last time Cassian cleaned him out on a cruise ship, stood up abruptly. "I'm not playing in a game with him. He plays too dirty."

Thankfully, the boss monster wasn’t very smart. Akiko held her breath and ran from the stairwell to hide in the games room beneath the library. She waited for Tracer, who was still feeling the outline of the black eggs. At least his party safely delivered the black eggs to Zen. It was now a race against time to know how to trigger these eggs. Frustrated, Tracer smacked the egg with his full force and glared at it. “What is your trigger? Open sesame? Abracadabra?” The egg did not respond, and Tracer glowered.

Marissa read hers, "I'm a single Mom's daughter, I was gravely ill, not later I found out the medicine she bought as cure is poisoning me so I had a hidden grudge on her. I'm a killer. The target will be blindfolded and hide from the killers, and the killers can choose to catch the target and tickle her or help her escape the other killers. The blindfolded target can have a chance to stop the tickling if he or she will be able to name the killer in front of her. We played the game afterwards after explaining it briefly to them. The game appeared to be fun and successful, if I do say so myself. "That was fun!" Marissa said, panting from running all afternoon. "Yeah," they all said.

Trist said seriously. "Why do you even have to call her crazy?! If you know what she said is true, Trist!" Clement's rebuke intensified. "Because I don't want anyone to get involved in this again!" Trist shouted back. "How can you explain to me that you're planning something?" Clement scolded. His eyes widened as he pointed at the door in front of Trist. "There's nothing I can do, Clement," Trist said shaking head. "If I don't finish this game. Then who's next; you, Fackly or George? I'm the initiator of this game so it should end soon." Trist added gently and understandingly.

He jumps back off me and pretends to shoot things. I turn to Wes, raising an eyebrow. “I see you still have your work cut out for you.” He laughs. “Having another girl around here is going to be strange.” “We need more girls in this family.” “You are pretty outnumbered.” Mom calls us into the kitchen for a quick dinner before heading Eastwood’s downtown Trick or Treating. I check my phone for missed calls, just in case, and set it on the counter. We eat and then attempt to leave but end up dealing with a fifteen-minute temper tantrum because Wes told Jackson he had to go potty before they could leave the house and Jackson refused to go.

Let the game begin. --