Bloody Mary Games Novels & Stories

"You're always bored." "Exactly." He laughed. Marco ran security for all my properties. He had known me since we were teenagers running cons in Miami. He was one of three people who knew what the D'Angelo empire actually was. "Maybe you should try something new," he said. "Charity work, yoga and monogamy." "Fuck off." "Just saying. When was the last time you were actually interested in someone?" I thought about it. I couldn't remember. People were entertaining for maybe three hours. After that they wanted things; Connection, meaning and feelings.

she asked, her voice weak, “what should we do now?” Louise immediately turned and looked at Naomi. “Gamma Naomi.” Naomi responded, “What should I do, Doctor?” “Call Lady Paige,” Louise said without hesitation. “We need to perform the transfusion immediately. Alpha won't last much longer.” *

Elowen’s POV “Going for thirty grams!” the Auctioneer bellowed, thrusting a plank into the air. My teary gaze swept across the crowd, as many people raised their hands. The men thrust their eyes at me as though they wanted to devour me whole. “Those pretty tits for fifty grams!” Another man with a bloated belly and a thin scar dragging from the corner of his chin down to his cheek spoke while grinning his bare teeth at me. A gasp escaped my lips as I clasped my chained hands together, awaiting whatever decision was about to be made.

Rather he and his men saved her. Bright light flooded the room and Rosy pulled the duvet down to see a very furious Sergio glaring down at her. “What happened? Who was that?” She stammered at him. Instead of answering, he withdrew a military knife from his waistband. Still staring hard at Rosy, he slid it across his palm and Rosy gasped in terror. She tried scrambling away from him but he was faster. He caught her by wrist and in one swift motion sliced her palm, droplets of her blood ruining the bed covers.

The first lady explained then I watched her open the door using pins The door flung open and I sighted laura on the floor with blood hoozing from her mouth Anger ran through me😡..Four guys were on black and the fifth one wore blue top and Jeans trousers "Beat them up"The guy on blue ordered The two ladies ran to my back and the guys on black rushed to me I gave the one in the middle heavy kick then I brought out my gun..I angrily shot then and all the guys in black fell on the floor bleeding Seriously..I gave the gun to the first lady then I rushed to grab the Collar of the guy on blue

I land another punch, and then another, my knuckles bruising against his skin. Marco swings back, catching me on the side of the head. The pain flares, but I don't care. I swing again, and we're both going at it, fists flying, furniture crashing around us. The café erupts into chaos, people shouting and scattering, but I barely register it. All I see is red. All I feel is the anger that's been festering inside me for so long.

"I've been inside that goddamn body, so yes, Bianca, I do own you and I have a fucking say in who gets to touch you." "Well, you thought wrong. I fucked you just two times and suddenly, you think I handed you license to my body? Fuck you and fuck your sociopathic alpha male tendencies along with you. I'm done playing this stupid game." "Game?" He chuckled darkly, his voice quiet and deadly, "is that what you think this is? A game?" "I don't fucking care. I'm leaving." I hissed. "You're never leaving. I don't care if I have to handcuff you to my bed, I'm never letting you go, Bianca," he said, super bloody serious. I scoffed and his eyes turned cold at my outburst. "You better get used to it.

Even if he used his skill, it would be pointless when the other party’s skill was in cool down. Stanley shot the rooftop and gave it some consecutive punches. After creating a hole where they could finally fit in, Byul immediately climb up and pointed his gun towards the zombies. Some time after, Stanley also climb up and scanned the surrounding area with his sense. The rain was pouring heavily and the thick fog won’t let them be seen from below. Byul raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when Stanley just shot at the car five meters away from them.

But as I walked past, his eyes followed every step, warm enough to burn and cold enough to freeze at the same time. That was all the reaction he showed. And yet… it was more than I’d ever seen from him. The car ride was silent. Damien didn’t speak, and I didn’t have the courage to start. But when we arrived, I forgot how to breathe. It wasn’t a regular auction. It was a mafia playground. A long marble hall lit with golden sconces. Men in tailored suits, women dripping in diamonds. Armed guards standing like statues. Dark murals on the walls—roses choking skulls, thorned halos, painted suffering.

Mary usually only ate bits here and there so usually dinner on games night is something that you are able to eat without it getting cold and falling apart when you leave it for a while before returning to it. I haven't seen or heard from Mary after the hug but I knew she would not go anywhere and join us for the games night tonight because she agreed to it and she seems to be happier these few days since the move. I did hear her in the study a little earlier so I assumed that she had been looking up where and what the town has to offer other than what she and Dora saw when they went shopping.