324 Squid Game Novels & Stories

"No, it doesn't matter Kenzo. I understand." Of course, Kenzo would not have been able to find a single clue if Caramel had died. The man did not know Mother Caramel's face and her features. And if Kenzo only relied on a name, that too would be impossible. Because remembering there are many similar names used by residents in Los Angeles. So, I can tolerate Kenzo's efforts, Seina thought. "Thank you again, Kenzo." That was all Seina could do. Kenzo raised his head, he pulled the two ends of his lips. So that it forms a smile. "The game is in progress," him said, to himself.

What he needed most is the strength of all his senses. Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.”

I headed to the library's exit while Zeeve tails behind my back. When we arrived at the field, we were greeted by soccer players who were hard at work practicing. I observed a man with sea rover blue eyes who was dripping with sweat as the sun kissed his sunburnt skin. When he kicked the ball, it went straight into the opposing goal, and I couldn't help but notice his dominant presence. Damn! I could never have imagined that I would come across a man as hot as this simply by kicking the ball around. Ade, you're serious? Has it slipped your mind that Zeeve is attractive even when he's merely walking around?

He was compelled to maneuver her under diesel power to the tiny island of Corregidor because there was no wind to fill her sails and sunset was no more than a scarlet memory on the horizon. The rising moon, which set down a path of silver to record their progress and the radiance flashing in their wake like a handful of small diamonds, made the journey wonderful for Lara. Chris, dressed in blue trousers and a light cream pullover, was equally difficult to bear. He told her to stay there once they dropped anchor, then left below with a bottle of chilled white wine, crystal glasses, and a small tray of appetizers, returning a few minutes later with a bottle of chilled white wine, crystal glass

Being worried won't solve a thing, so why should I be worried? “We are 27 years old, Leonardo, and we haven't met or found our mate. Don't you think something is wrong, and we should worry about it?” he asked, but I only shrugged my shoulders and took a long sip of my drink before looking back at him. “I think the Moon Goddess has a plan for us, so why not sit and see what she has in store for us?” I suggested, but that only made him more furious and he flared up. “Can you listen to yourself, Leo? Do you think this is a game?” he asked, but I shrugged my shoulders and stood to my feet. I moved over to him, placed my two hands on his shoulders, and held his gaze.

A waitress drops off fries, jalapeño poppers, and nachos. “Go Auntie M!” Amelia cheers. “Come on, Meredith! You got this!” I yell, popping a potato skin in my mouth and sipping my beer. Meredith grins back and lets fly. First axe: outer blue ring—solid. Second: middle red zone—but it bounces. Third: bullseye, hitting so hard the wood splits. The entire place erupts in applause. Benjamin jogs over, clapping. “That’s what happens when you’ve got a Luna in the cage!”

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

I had to optimize every second at my disposal. I picked up my regular phone as I slid into a fresh shirt. The recipient picked up on the first ring. “Hey! You in for a spot of squash?” I asked heartily. “What?” “Squash. The game? Rackets hitting walls? Indoors? You in?” I continued, letting my enthusiasm reach through the phone lines. “I… Jayden, it’s –” “Yes or no, Adrian. This isn’t some riot act. Are you interested?” “Ummm… I…”

CHAPTER 41: Snake in the Water The sun spilt gold across the rippling surface of the pool, dancing like flames upon the water. Luigi leaned back against the edge, his elbows hooked lazily over the smooth marble. The dark sunglasses perched on his nose hid the calculating gleam in his eyes. Two female escorts that he had gotten from his nightclub laughed beside him. Each one flanked him on both sides, sucking the skin of his neck and making lewd noises in his ear—both their hands, trailing up his thigh like a silent question.

The world before my eyes began to crumble. The Coronation Hall, the bloodstained throne, Killian’s cooling corpse... Everything shattered like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer, dissolving into countless motes of light. The System’s voice rang out in the void one last time, filled with arrogant charity: [Congratulations on clearing the game. Wish granted: Full Resurrection.] [Disconnecting...] [Game Over.] Route 66, The RV. A violent jolt. I snapped my eyes open.