Turned Game Novels & Stories

The anticipation in the room was tangible, and I could feel the weight of impending doom hanging over me. "What is this? What evil game are you planning to play?" I gasped, my breath heavy from screaming and exertion. David cast a cold glance at Dane, who instantly understood his silent command. With a flick of a switch, the board slowly began to rotate, my body pressed against it. Panic surged through me as the rotation gradually picked up speed, and I let out a piercing scream. “We’re playing a game called darts.” He said just as the first knife came flying at me.

“Your turn.” I glance down at my cards again, then back at the table. My instincts want certainty. This game offers none. “I… call?” “That’s fine,” Morgan says easily. “You don’t have to be brave yet.” O’Hara flicks the top card off the deck and sets it aside without even glancing at it. I frown. “What was that?” Morgan smiles around her beer. “That’s a burn card.” “A what?” O’Hara doesn’t stop moving as he answers. “We throw one away before the shared cards come out. No one sees it. It’s dead.”

His defending me made him look like the bad guy, and that’s something I never wanted. I turned my attention back to the game, and it was my turn. I only had about seven cards in my hand, and if I played them just right, I’d have one left after this turn. I lay down the three skips, so it was my turn again. I then lay down the three reverse, so now it was going the other way, and it was Kaileeh’s turn. “Uno,” I called as I lay down the last card.

I almost admired her nerve. “Impressive,” I murmured. She smirked, that same glint from before lighting her face. “You’re about to lose, Don.” Her tone mocked me, but I liked the fire in it. “Don’t celebrate yet,” I said, tossing a card that changed the color to green. She hesitated, frowning. “You don’t even have greens—” “Now I do.” The color change flipped the game in my favor. Two turns later, she was cornered again.

They’re not even that young anymore. It was about to be noon and the two of them was currently in the middle of nowhere. The boat was still running and he don’t know how to figure it out after fiddling with the controls for a while. After starting it up, he thought he’ll less figured out the next but being overconfident could really led to failure. After busting his brain cells for a while, Byul eventually gave up. Why is the control panel so difficult to understand? In games, he would only pressed one or two and it would be fine. However, the game was like the total opposite of reality and all in all, he only knew how to start the engine and nothing else…

Third Person's Point of View After they finished watching Nétflix, they all arranged themselves in a circle around the mini-table. They were going to play truth or dare, but Meli said there was no thrill with truth or dare, so it was just going to be dares. But before they started, they each took a shot of the cocktail they had made. Once they're a bit tipsy, the dares will be more intense.

These were what flashed in his head like he was being programmed and without a second thought, he grabbed a flower vase and smashed it on her head. “Arrgh!” Alessia screamed in pain as the base destroyed completely, its flowers falling down in bits. Immediately, the doorbell rang and he spared her a last glance, watching her groan in pain before leaving the room. It was like he was being brainwashed because desperation pushed out some actions he couldn't control. He descended the stairs with long strides and getting to the main door in the sitting room, he opened the door to see a delivery girl. Earlier, he had ordered food for both him and his fiancée.

In an instant, the livestream and the room were flooded with voices cursing me. The barrage of comments on the screen blurred in front of my eyes. Even without reading carefully, I could tell they were filled with harsh insults. The more they cursed me, the more pleased Zoey seemed to become, her smile growing wider with every word. "Who gets infected with so many STDs? I don't think I need to explain that. You're trying to shift the blame onto me just to distract everyone, aren't you?" Zoey perfectly played the role of the victim, her expression one of such distress that both the people in the restaurant and the livestream viewers couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Now, I was no longer that ugly duckling. I walked to the full-length mirror on the wall and stared back at the lady looking at me. She had no trace of fat, no glasses on, and obviously wasn't one who could easily be bullied again. I ran a pale hand through my straightened hair. Ashton might be playing a game, trying to wriggle his way into my life, but I was no longer that girl from seven years ago. That girl was buried long ago. This was Kara Reed, not Sophia Johnson anymore.

I just want to take my revenge. I held Lucas's hand and I thanked him. “Sir, please have hope in me.. I will be back.. I am strong enough” I was moved into the operating room, and after they injected me with a syringe all I saw was darkness. LUCAS’s POV I told the doctor to keep me posted about Ava’s health. I left the hospital and went to my house. When I got home I met my Nana, and I knew what was coming. “Where have you been? And didn't you tell me that you will return with a woman?”