Cell Game Arena Novels & Stories

Emma snapped out of her thoughts and denied it. "Of course not," she replied, offended. "Of course you are. I can see it in your cheeks and how your eyes have darkened," Max said. Emma swallowed and felt the heat rising. "You're mistaken," she said, crossing her arms and looking up at the ceiling, toward the security camera. Max followed her gaze, and although they had a proper distance between them, someone might suspect something if they were seen on camera. He took out his cellphone from his jacket and typed something quickly. When Emma returned her gaze to the elevator doors, trying to ignore Max's intense gaze, she jumped when the elevator stopped. She immediately leaned against the wal

He sighed, his hands were behind his back as he watched the night skies which gave him some of relief that there was still hope. *** Leanda, Chloe, Avi, Elana, and Kim were pulled out of their cell early in the morning. They were still sleepy when the guards told them that they would all be participating in the jungle of death game. Fear crept up in them as Load failed taken to the playground, which had been decorated with trees, bushes, and other natural obstacles. The arena was surrounded by high walls, with only one entrance guarded by several armed soldiers. The girls looked at each other, wide-eyed and trembling, wondering what would happen to them.

they pulled her toward the cycle and as they found seats which were pillows on the floor, they all say down and Cynthia noticed that some people from earlier had left already. "What game", Timothy asked, "truth or dare," Jada spoke out quickly, it was a rule that the first suggestion takes the stage so they had to follow it. Jada looked at Cynthia provocatively, she had to make this piece of shit lose it today, that way, she'd never raise her head again. Cynthia gave Jada a polite smile feigning an ignorant character. Beverly saw the exchange and smirked inwardly, the enemy to my enemy is my friend. Since she had lost face earlier and couldn't voice her grievances, someone would, she felt sa

No, actually Carol bought a new phone and while the old one she deliberately left remained in the bedroom. Carol's cell phone rings, a call comes in on the number she used to use. On the phone screen displays the name of William Daniel from a saved contact number. Carol grabbed the phone to reject the call, then put the phone back on the bed. had to hurry, step out of the room. Her hunch said someone already knew this plan from the incoming call just now. Carol doesn't have much time. People at home or friends can come at any time preventing her from leaving.

Mara grinned, "it will block the focusing crystal. The gun will overheat and jam." "Brilliant," I said. "Make buckets of it." … Day 7 (The Night Before) The camp was silent. Tomorrow is the War Game. The refugees were cleaning their makeshift weapons: clubs, slingshots, smoke bombs, and jars of sticky paste. I sat by the small fire we allowed ourselves, looking at the map of the Arena Kaelen had smuggled to us. Ashren sat beside me, sharpening a wooden stake. "They're ready," Ashren said.

– MARILIA– Ares was snarling something close to my face, but I could barely hear him. Not with the way he was squeezing my neck so tightly like he wanted to snap it. I didn't think he wanted to kill me— since there wasn't any way it would benefit him— but at this rate, he might end up doing it. The thought filled me with more determination to fight. Black spots were filling my vision, and my lungs were burning with lack of air.

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

“ This will be quite the fun . I can’t wait for you to be my maid for a day . “ said Aron . “ The game has yet to start . Who knows ? Maybe the rich heir Aron Caddel will be my servant for a day . I will be extremely happy to take some photos of yours wearing the servant suit spread them . “ said Ayla with a devilish smirk . “ Then , I guess I should do the same . Having some photos of yours while you are wearing the maid costume with cat ears . But I wouldn’t be as mean as you and spread the photos . “ said Aron . “ I can’t wait to see you lose . “ said Ayla . The game started and booth of them chose their shikigamis . “ Top solo match ? “ asked Aron . “ Top solo mid line without surpassing

“I won’t lose.” “But if you lose, you have to bind CP with me in the game.” That last sentence revealed his true intention. Natalie curled her lips slightly and quickly installed the game. Canta is currently the most popular game in America. Its appealing art style and fantasy setting suited teenagers’ tastes, drawing countless fans. In reality, it had existed for nearly ten years, but few people had access to online games back then. “Do you have an account, or should I lend you one?” the red-haired boy asked considerately. “Or should we both use small accounts to solo?”

This one was old with sharp gray eyes, salt and pepper short hair and a permanent frown on his forehead. The fourth was the human giant, Hassan. He easily dwarfed the others. “You’re late,” the sharp–eyed man said. “Fashionably so,” Marcel noted with a smirk, bringing Celia to the front of the group. She was dressed in the tunic and pants Marcel had bought. “You can call this one Silver–eyes.” The man assessed Celia head to toe. “First to get knocked out wins. This Arena takes no responsibility for anyone’s death.” Death?