Question Game Novels & Stories

Joshua said kiddingly while we are waiting for his command. “Okay since game one is now finished, let’s proceed to the second game. This game is called Top Card. This has too many subgames but let’s focus on a particular game. Here’s the mechanics. Ask someone a question. That person then asks someone else a question. This continues until someone messes up or fails to ask a question. That person drinks. No question can be repeated so be cautious” Joshua explained. “Do you get it?” he assured. “Yeah. That’s too basic” Syrel said.

“Great, you will be playing about five different games on different occasions and be rest assured that once you’ve agreed to this game, you aren’t allowed to stop playing. You must complete all five aspects of the game and if you are able to win at the end of it, a huge sum of reward awaits you.” I Scoffed swinging my legs in the air as I kept staring at my screen waiting for him to finish typing... ‘And here are the rules of the game which must be observed and followed. Hence the rules are. You are quite aware that this game is themed. ‘Can you keep a secret?’ Which means 1. Once you start playing this game you mustn’t tell anyone about it. 2. You mustn’t ask any questions about the game. 3

My attention was immediately drawn to the question that displayed on the screen “Are you a virgin?” *If yes; then would you like to play a game?*

Did I say I was going to kill him? “Since the rules of this game are quite different from the ones we are all used to, I’ll give a short explanation,” the digital voice announces, drawing a smiling face on the LED screen. “You’ll get three questions in total. Like a quiz. Out of these three questions, whoever gets two is the winner, and the winner gets to choose a weapon. Do you understand?” “No! I don’t.” I bark. “We already drank the poison, which means our ten minutes have started.”

he whines in my ears as his every break of breath pours into my ears and the edges of my neck. “Are you ready?” He asks as he break away from the steamy romance. Though I really didn’t want him to stop the romance. I have never felt that way and feeling it so good just makes me not want him to stop… " Game? What game is that?" I inquired, quite eager to find out what it was. My hands were laid on the table and eyes fixed on Mrs Zelda. "It's a kind of questioning and truth" she said. " Do you mean truth or dare?"

Finally, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what exactly is it?" I gave Logan a subtle gesture. He hit the remote again, and the black-and-white screen burst into a riot of color. The audience watched in awe as they saw images of Ashenford's buildings, its river, and the bustling streets—all projected in vivid color. But what about the round ball? With a smile, my other team member, William, raised his pointer stick and tapped the center of the city on the screen. Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city.

I try to ignore it, forcing a smile. “Great,” I say, pulling my hand back quickly. I turn away before he sees the flush in my cheeks. This is a game. Just a game. And now, I’m finally playing.

“Open it.” Nico reached under the console and withdrew a velvet-lined box. The same one that was on the screen. He set it on the table and flicked the clasp. Inside, a single chess piece lay on its side: a knight, carved from onyx. Beside it was a folded slip of card. He slid the card to Nero. Nero opened it with a thumb, eyes flicking once across the line. “‘Check,’” he read aloud, the word drained of surprise, of anything but cold interest. “Cute,” he added, turning the card around to see if there was anything on the back.

Greg grins, "A little souvenir." I pick it up, It says Love Is A Game." Chase rubs his hands together. "Well, we're opening it." Within minutes, the cards and pieces are spread across the coffee table. The game turns out to be a mixture of fun questions, silly challenges, and guessing games for couples. It isn't embarrassing in the slightest—just wonderfully light-hearted. One round has Greg and me trying to guess each other's favorite desserts. "I know this one," Greg says confidently.