Ben 10 Game Over Game Novels & Stories

They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?]

Just when Jun was about to intervene, Elliot took the monitor from Lisa's hand. Ben assured him with a smile, "I just looked it up online, and it's a simple game. They are going to show you some videos, and you win as long as you don't react. Hahaha, this is the perfect game for you, because you won't budge no matter what they show you." Being overly confident, Ben announced, "Let us place some bets! I bet that he's going to win! Which one of you thinks he will lose? Place your bets!"

Not knowing what to do, he hugged her shaky frame. 'Shh!Shh! I am here, I am here.' And somehow her shaking stopped. It was a night of realisation for the beast, a night to completely change the Game Of Destiny. ***** *****

Perimeter Lockdown Confirmed. The mechanical voice of the security system mocked me every time I came home. She had bypassed it. A Level 5 security network engineered by the top defense contractors in the world, and my sweet, delicate Aria had shattered it in ninety seconds, leaving nothing behind but a burnt-out circuit panel and a ruined emerald dress on the floor.

Ben asked from somewhere behind him. "Leaving a message." Jack withdrew his hand, and the bull settled into its new form—bronze and void intertwined, a statement visible from blocks away. "The Ouroboros wants to play games with money? Fine. They can play. But now they know the stakes." The void markings on the bull pulsed once, twice, then went still. But they didn't fade. They never would. They were halfway back to Sterling Tower when Ben collapsed. One moment he was walking, tablet in hand, reviewing the cascade of financial updates that was flooding in from every corner of the world. The next moment he was on the ground, blood pouring from his nose, his eyes rolled back in his head, his t

It was a High-Frequency Blade. "Game Over," Julian whispered, the red light reflecting in the ice. "Begin... The Harvest."

*"Hush, hush, sweetie. It'll be over soon." "No!" I screamed in anger and fought against the nausea and dizziness, angry at how paralyzed I had become at the memories. "Juliette?" We all turned to Summer, who stared at all of us and groaned, sitting up on the floor. "Who are—the fuck! Where are we?!" She moved back even more and grabbed the flower vase that was on the table almost immediately. "Miss Blaise! I don't think..." "Dominic Cole?" The guy bearing that name nodded as he raised up his hands in an attempt to show surrender, and I moved even further backwards, finally finding a balance on my feet.

“I set up a memorial for our child in secret. Will you go and bring it to me?” Looking heartbroken, Leon could never say no to me. At last, no one was there keeping an eye on me. I picked up the teapot from the table and crushed the porcelain under the blanket, careful not to make a sound. I glided the broken shard across my aorta. The System’s notification rang in my mind. “Congratulations on exiting the world, Player. You have three months of life remaining in your original world.” Before I could open my eyes, the System’s voice cut through.

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge