Novel & Cerita And Then There Were 10

] [Death countdown: 71 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds. A string of blood-red numbers appeared out of thin air above me. All strength left my body. I collapsed onto the tile floor, surrounded by shards of glass. The pieces cut into my calves, but all I felt was a chill running up my spine. Seven years. I thought I would never hear that alarm. Back then, when she spent thirty million dollars to fill the city sky with drones and propose to me, she looked at me with burning eyes and said, "Julian, in this life, I don't want anyone but you."

On New Year’s Eve, the girlfriend who had promised to go home with me was nowhere to be found. Instead, my close friend, Logan, sent two voice notes. “Bro, your girl is mine now! “You have no idea. Ever since we were kids, my dad only ever listens to her. One word from her is worth more than a hundred from me! It works great, I love it, and I’ll definitely use it again!” At exactly midnight, as fireworks exploded outside the window, Chloe called me, laughing. “You have no idea. Thank God I came over! Mr. Creston looked like he was ready to beat Logan up–” “Chloe,” I interrupted her. “Do you remember that my parents have been waiting to have dinner with you?” Silence fell on the other

Ptmp! “Don’t worry. You guys would definitely love it.” “….” Only this words were heard outside as the ten people got locked up in the TV room. A moment of silence for the ten players who got misled. A moment of silence for the ten fools who dug their own graves. A moment of silence for the ten people who no longer exists… And finally a moment of silence for the ten to peacefully straddle the fence. However, it was too late for the hopeless team to prevail. Ten people straddled in the room as they all listened to a cold voice.

I trusted it completely and did as it instructed. [Move the body to the window.] I was mopping the floor, but obeyed without question. "And then?" I asked. [Start the countdown. Be precise. Every fraction matters.] The phone screen lit up a number. [10.]

"Gardeenia is a good place to start over." I nodded without replying. Yes, start over. No matter what one had been through, life would always move forward.

"How have you been feeling lately? Did the medicine help? Is your knee still hurting?" She shook her head and reached up to touch my face, her hand rough and dry. "It stopped hurting last month. Gina, why do you look thinner?" I smiled and leaned into her palm. "I'm fine. I've just been trying to lose a little weight." When I was little, Mom and Dad left for the city to work. They said life there was too hard, so they left me behind in the countryside with Grandma and Grandpa. Every day after school, I would sit by the road and wait, hoping they would come back. And when they finally did, Mom was holding another little girl.

However, he had always been fair, so after the competition for heavenly leaderboard he would inevitably be criticized by others. He just needed to adjust the order, and they might not necessarily meet each other. In the blink of an eye, the night passed peacefully. The next day, when the first ray of sunlight covered the earth, the competition for the top ten of heavenly leaderboard officially began. There were only ten people in the heavenly leaderboard.

He pinched my face with a smile and said, "You're jealous of Samantha again? We're just friends now." I nodded and said nothing. His voice was slightly shaking. "Let's register our marriage tomorrow, alright? Nothing else will happen this time." I glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Sure." Theodore planted a kiss on my cheek happily before playfully saying, "Honey!" The next morning, I noticed my visa had been approved. Meanwhile, Theodore had been called away by Samantha again. He left a message for me, "I'll see you at City Hall at ten, honey."

"Long time no see. To reel in a prize like you, I didn't hold back." In the chaos, Mabel and Cheryl were separated by the crowd. When Anthony finally fought his way out and reached the top deck, the sight before him made his blood boil. The two women were tied to separate support pillars. Explosives were strapped around both of their waists. Red numbers blinked wildly on the timers. Three minutes remaining. "Come on," Poison Scorpion said, twirling a remote control in his hand. "Pick one. "Back then, you hunted me for three straight months over territory. My men died by the dozens. Today, I'll let you taste what it feels like to lose the one you love.

I was so quiet, even quieter than when I was alive. "What happened?" Mom finally arrived too, panting heavily. When she saw my dry, stiff body, she screamed in terror. "Aah! Brandon!" Dad reached out a trembling hand to check my breathing, and a look of despair washed over his face. "How did this happen? How did this happen?!" Mom dropped to the floor and shook Dad frantically. Dad stood frozen, his mind blank, but Grandma's weak words echoed in his ears like thunder. "Mom said..." He swallowed hard. "She said we were destined to have no children, so she used her lifespan to trade for Brandon... The countdown was the countdown to her death, not Brandon's..."