All Chapters of SURVIVING THE DEMON GAMES WITH THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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GAME 1 PART 1

MELISSA’S POVA deafening silence loomed over the game table which now gleamed under the dim candle lights at the corners of the room.The floor was completely covered with all sorts of weapons for some unknown reason.Then the system’s voice hummed softly above us, consequently breaking the silence.“Welcome to Round One of tonight’s entertainment. As a treat— I will not be taking anymore lives today,” it informed, its tone laced with excitement. A sigh of relief ran through the room, but immediately died in the player's throat when the system concluded. “At least not directly."My stomach tightened insanely.A cold sweat breaking on my forehead.“The rules are simple, two players will be selected randomly,” it continued. “They will be forced to play a little game of rock, paper, scissors. The loser will have to answers a simple question. Answer it right, and you would be safe. Answer it wrong...”The system paused for dramatic effect, before continuing to scar the life out of us in

GAME 1 PART 2

MELISSA’S POVThe room fell into a numbing silence.Then came a loud thud.The woman's whiskey bottle collided with her husband's head.The bottle shattered into pieces, leaving behind a trail of blood and scattered glass.The man screamed, crying out in pain but none could help; we were still very much traumatized by the revelation that he took a 15-year-old kid as his mistress.The woman didn't stop, she clutched onto the half-broken bottle tightly in her hand, that blood spurted out.Using the broken glass as a blade, she drove it into her husband's chest.Again and again.At this point, some players couldn't stand it anymore, and rushed in to separate the fight.But still, they were no match for the woman, for her resolve was strong.When they finally managed to pull the couple apart, the man was dead.Crushed at the hands of the woman he betrayed.Blood pooling beneath them.“Player 60 is no more," the system announced, and silence swallowed the room.Yes that man deserved worse,

JAMES OBSESSION

MELISSA’S POVThe room hadn’t recovered from what Gavin said, his undiluted truth.The laughter still echoed faintly in my ears, but it felt wrong now—thin, hollow, like something rotten underneath.Gavin was alive, ack in his seat, but still there was still this uneasy feeling that inhabitated the atmosphere.“What a heart warming round. No blood shed, no drama, just pure joy," the system said in a sarcastic tone. “I hate it. The next round better be good." At this point no one was relaxed anymore.The floating comments flickered uneasily, their earlier excitement dulled.“Give it a rest will you system. That round was dope.”“Yes we needed something funny to lighten up the mood, and our boy Gavin delivered.”“It was good while it lasted, but now I want to hear some dark creepy secrets.”The system didn’t respond, it only said, “Round three." And the lights began moving again.Two beams snapped into place.One landed on a woman's leaning lazily against her chair, silk blonde hair g

THE SCRAMBLE 1

MELISSA’S POVThe rest of the game was a daze for me.I heard nothing.Felt nothing.And saw nothing.By the time the game ended, we were down by three players.None of which were killed by the system.But I had a feeling, it messed with the players heads to the point where they had no other choice.The moment the game ended, my chest locked.I shoved back from my seat, legs unsteady, lungs burning like I’d been drowning.I needed air. Lots of it, and now.I didn’t wait for instructions. I didn’t wait for the system. I pushed through the dispersing players, past flickering comments and half-formed arguments, until I burst through the glass doors leading into the garden.Immediately I stepped out of that suffocating house of horror, the cold night air slammed into me.I bent forward, hands on my knees, dragging in breath after breath, my heart still racing from James’s stare… his voice… memories of what we shared... All the time I wasted being bound to that crazy man. “Hey.” A gentle

WRONG ROOM

MELISSA'S POV Panic exploded.Players screamed, surged toward the entrance, trampling flowerbeds and shoving past each other. Untill now, I hadn't realized how full the garden was.I guess I wasn't the only one in need of space.“Run!” Sylvia's voice echoed through my thoughts.I turned toward the door, and there she was running into the building.So much for sisterhood.Well, at least she called out to me.A panic expression was etched on her face, as she gestured for me to hurry over, all the while not stopping.Once my senses clicked into place, I jumped off my seat, rushing after her.We sprinted inside, to a sea of chaos.The living room was packed with players, running hither-skelter.The stairwell was worse, it looked like a mountain of ants.Player struggling to force themselves through a flight of self-contained stairs.Bodies crushed violently together. Elbows flew aimlessly. Someone fell off the staircase and didn’t get back up.The air was thick with the scent of sweat

WRONG MOVE

MELISSA’S POVSilence stretched between us—the thick, suffocating kind that seemed to steal the very air from my lungs.The room was dim, lit only by the faint yellow glow of wall lamps.I glanced around, scanning every inch of this tiny cage.And there it was— just a bed, a tiny blanket, and a tiny couch.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, dragging my gaze from the cigarette ember to his face.My brows furrowed from anger.Gavin smirked, pushing himself off the wall with lazy confidence. “That’s not the reaction I was hoping for, sweetheart. I thought you’d scream, or, better, still, faint.”My blood boiled as I pointed at him.“First of all, I’m not your sweetheart,” I snapped. “And second— put that thing out. This isn’t a smoking lounge.”He burst into a low chuckle.“Sure princess," He said, his tone mocking as he let the cigarette fall, crushing it with his foot. “Anything else? Do you want me to strip and entertain you as well?" “Do you want me to strip and entertain yo

PEACEFUL SOLUTION

MELISSA'S POV The silence was deafening as the sound of our racing hearts filled the room. We lay there, locked in a silent standoff. The world seemed to have dissipated, leaving only the atmosphere of two tangled bodies. “Let go of me,” I commanded, struggling against his grip, but I was no match. “No, not until you admit you were wrong," He said, his tone absolutely cold. “In your dreams," I snapped, my voice stern. He glanced intently at me, a flicker of excitement flashing in his eyes. “I guess we are going to remain like this then," He declared. “Don't even think about it," I threatened, sending a venomous glance in his direction. “Or what? You are going to push me off? You already tried that, you know it's not going to work," He reminded with a small smirk. I hissed, turning my head to the side in order to avoid eye contact. “Mel you know you can avoid this, right baby?" He asked rhetorically. “Just say you are sorry, and I will release you." As if I would ever do

THE MORNING AFTER

MELISSA'S POV “Or better still, we could just share the bed," he offered, his tone casual as though offering to split a sandwich.I walked up to him, standing an arm's length before him.“You want us to split the bed?" I asked, my arms crossed.My brows furrowed.He nodded.“Sure! We don't know what games tomorrow might hold. I would hate for anything to happen to you because of sleep deprivation," he explained calmly.His face held an almost concerned expression. If I didn’t know how evil that dude was, I would think he was a decent person“You can have that side; I'll have this," he offered, patting the available space next to him on the bed.I narrowed my eyes at him, but my mind kept spiraling with perplexing questions.“Don't worry, I won't touch you," he announced, settling in bed.I rolled my eyes, not bothering to respond.Yes, he was doing me a great favor by offering to share his bed, but still I couldn't shake off the uneasiness in my chest.Without another word, I marched

HAND–TASTROPHY

MELISSA’S POVMy mind was a mess, filled with perplexing questions.What exactly happened when I was asleep, and why wasn't anyone telling me about it?I turned to Gavin, my eyes narrowed with suspicious and asked. “What exactly happened between us last night?" Gavin glared up at me, a puzzling frown creeping to his lips.“Nothing. We slept obviously," He declared coldly.“But that's the thing. I don't think that is all that happened," I informed, and he let out a frustrated sigh.“And what more could have happened?" He asked, his face laced with annoyance.I shook my head.“I don't know, you tell me. The floating comments wouldn't tell me a thing," I announced, feeling a lash of pain.“That is because there is nothing. You are overreacting based on some pointless accusations made by sleep-deprived pricks," he explained, his tone acrimonious as he rose to his feet.His presence was intimidating, so I didn't dare to push forward.Instead I swallowed down, clenched my fist trying to s

IMPOSSIBLE GAVIN

MELISSA'S POV I opened my eyes, grabbed my towel and ran out of there like a crazy person. I don't even give Gavin the chance to speak.By the time I entered I was drenched in not just water but cold sweat. My heart raced, threatening to leap out of my chest.I am so screwed. Eyes, why exactly did you have to go about snooping. ‘I better get out of here before he finish washing up,'— I took myself as I scrambled towards the bed where my clothes were placed.Except— it wasn't the outfit I just took off. It was something totally different— a silk black, backless jumpsuit with short sleeves, paired with heels that looked more suited for a runway than a survival game. The fabric shimmered faintly under the light, mocking me.I bet this was another deliberate attempt by the system to make my life a living hell, but this time I wasn't going to play into its hands. I stared at the outfit like it had personally offended me, grumbling to myself.“This system is sick.”The jumpsuit was a

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