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I stand in the hallway with the emerald on her finger and the certain knowledge that I just lost the opening move of a game I didn't know I was playing. I don't lose games. S e r a p h i n a ✦ Sloppy. Say the word and mean it. Four hours of sleep and the adrenaline of a breakthrough — the second piece I needed, the link between the shell routing and an actual name and I walked out of my room without checking the hall first.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

was his love language because the man never showed a single emotion. “Well?” He questioned--- and I couldn’t help but truly smirk, as I threw down my cards! “Read them and weep,” I cheerfully exclaimed, realizing that I probably sucked at this. But it was the only game that both my guards knew and I sort of got the gist of it. So to say that they had a clear advantage in this game was an understatement. Oh, and did I mention that they were also werewolves?! “Full house!” But as expected, despite my best efforts, my victory was short-lived, when Joey put down his cards.

But even if you don’t lose your blood, you can still drink and play. The woman saw that I was full of blood, but was constantly drinking medicine, and she didn’t have a single medicine. She was so angry that she exploded and then she cursed, “No. 4, can’t you see that I have no blood, no medicine? What kind of medicine have you been drinking when you have full blood? Hurry up and give me the medicine in your bag.” I ignored her and operated the game character to run forward, running far away from No. 1 and No. 2 teammates.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

The first wave of shapeshifters screamed as they were thrown backward. But more came. And more. Steele transformed again. He launched himself into the crowd. Claws tore through shadows. Bodies slammed into walls. I raised my gun and fired. One creature reached me. I shot it. It fell. Then stood again. “Seriously?” I backed away. It smiled. “You carry the First Blood.” My blood froze. Another creature appeared behind it. “And the blood remembers.” The mark on my neck suddenly burned brighter. Golden veins spread across my skin.

Hector walks into the game room and perceives that they have many games. From pool, darts, corn hole, archery, to knife throwing. Hector notices a few vampires and demons hanging out, playing games as they walk in. They spy Trevor by the pool table, playing with two demons. “Look who finally passed the first part of the training.” Trevor sneers at them. “Took you long enough as well. You just passed one day before us. Besides, Hector passed on his first night,” Ruby sasses him.

Seeing their situation, the four of them panicked. “What are you doing?” “F*ck! Come out if you have the guts, you pervert.” Jack’s voice sounded in the darkness. “The name of this game is called the killing game. It’s specially designed for you! The game is very simple. Your hands are bound by the iron rings. If you want to escape, you have to pull the device in the middle of the iron rings. The iron hooks on the top will pierce your skin. When your palms break free from the iron rings, the iron hooks will pierce through your collarbones. Of course, you have other ways to escape. This is also the highlight of the night.”

Alpha Leo’s POV She looked at me with confusion in her eyes. She couldn't believe what I said for a moment as her mouth opened and closed on its own. “What… What was the meaning of what you just said? Games and rules? Why would an Alpha play games in his mansion? Are you going to create some gaming stations in the mansion where you and I will be playing games?” She asked, feigning ignorance, but it was clear to me that she knew that wasn't what I meant.