Romans & histoires 100 Lives Game

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

Don't they? He cast a meaningful look in Luca's direction..Rage clamped my jaw tight at his obvious threat. Legacy Valhalla members were granted five nominations in their lifetime. l'd already used two–one for Christian, one for Dominic. I would rather cut off my dick than waste a third on Francis.

He took one of the babies from her, and they left to present the children, and his wife to the famiglia. And the man who once lived for the thrill of his twisted games, had finally learned what it meant to live for love. THE END

He attached a picture of the necklace with the price tag: 1,600 dollars. My face stayed blank as I typed: "So you mean you want me to give you some of my living expenses again?" He sent a laughing emoji. "Baby, what are you talking about? The money your family gives you… it’s ours. Why are you making it sound like I’m begging you?" My brows furrowed. "You’ve already gone through over 3,000 this month, and it’s not even mid-month yet. At this rate, I’ll run out of living expenses too."

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

--- I opened my eyes slowly. I was lying in the gaming capsule chair. I had returned to the real world. A tear slipped down my cheek. One of the staff members hurried over, apologizing profusely. “There was a glitch in the system,” he explained. “It accidentally transported you into a horror game.” I asked quietly, “Players who die inside the horror game… do they die in real life too?” The staff member, adjusting his glasses, nodded solemnly. “For most horror games, yes. Participants sign a life-and-death contract for the reward money. But the game you entered was different.”

"You're the Butcher?" Oliver nodded. Then, he reached into his right pocket and pulled out a check. "Five hundred thousand per person. Five people total. I'll round you up and give you three million." He was the Butcher. Half a month ago, I had run out of money completely. That was when someone using the screen name "The Butcher" contacted me. He asked me to join a game. Every time I eliminated a player, I would get 500 thousand dollars. I thought it would be some harmless challenge.

"I'll find a new partner. Jamie can team up with Mum so she can participate in the games for a change." We all wondered who Jeanette's new partner would be, but Auntie Laurel seemed surprisingly calm. I overheard her telling Jamie, "We have to win, so I don't have to buy Conrad or Jeanette a car. I don't want either of my children to end up in jail or reported missing." As we gathered in the living room, Auntie Laurel announced the games for the night—charades, French culture, and painting. However, Jeanette's partner had yet to arrive.

She asked in shock but my grandpa just nodded. "You know my grandpa?" I asked in confusing and the both just nodded at me. "He's a taxi driver. He drove me home the night I came from my dad's house." She explained and I just nodded. So... the old man has been keeping an eye on me. Our glances met as he started talking to Psyche. What game are you playing, grandpa?

After being diagnosed with heart failure, my adopted sister, Michelle Langley, and I are both hospitalized. But there is only one spot for a heart transplant. For three whole months, Michelle and I fight for that one chance of survival. A video of me confronting my parents in the hospital corridor over their favoritism toward Michelle is posted online. Everyone sees me as selfish and vicious, claiming that I'm willing to disregard family ties just to stay alive. The day before my surgery, my older brother, Dante Stone, comes to my hospital room. He stands in the doorway, looking visibly impatient. "Michelle is just 20 years old. Her life has just started. You've been sickly since you we