Cell Game Arena 소설 & 이야기

“ 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 feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

“You have longer legs than I do, and you are built like a beast with the stamina of a wild animal.” A chuckle pours from his throat. “I promise to hold back on my hunting skills, my little prey.” I blow out a shaky breath and nod my head in agreement with his terms. “Your destination is the Arena Cells. If you can make it inside and lock yourself safely in a cell, you are home safe.” “That’s impossible. The Arena is filled with outlaws. I’ll get eaten alive in there.” I spit out, slowly backing away from him. “That wasn’t part of the rules.”

Let the game begin. --

She took me to Cell 5 where she opened the gate and pushed me in. “This is your new room for the next five years. Your mates should be here soon,” the woman said to me before leaving. I walked inside the cell and had a seat as I watched the woman walk away. Tears rolled down my eyes as I thought about my life. Reality was slowly sinking in, and the fact that I might never survive this was enough to make me go crazy. I wished I had listened to what Lolita said back then. I wished I had told the families about the issue instead of keeping it away from them and hurting them. My mind went back to the day I poisoned Lady Catherine, and hot tears fell from my eyes.

Ronan continued to scroll through the list of games before stopping on one that had no resemblance to the color pink. “The Princess’s Reign of Terror?” Her eyes lit up. “That one!” I couldn’t hold in a laugh. She grabbed the cell from Ronan’s hand and dived into The Princess’s Reign of Terror. Seconds later, noises blared fromthe phone: slices of blades, groans of pain, and a, “Cut off his head!” “Well, this looks cozy.”

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Meanwhile, another door connects the cell with a special battle arena where a fight to the death will be held every few days. No one knew how long the man had closed his eyes until the sound of footsteps broke the silence that enveloped the place. The special grate above the man's head opened, before a lump of flesh was dropped from above. “Here's your reward for today's victory, dog!” When the door above closed again, only then did the man who had been silent below finally be willing to open his eyes. The golden pupils seemed to glow in the lightless place. His eyes glanced at the piece of meat that fell in front of him. The man was silent for a while before his hand slowly reached out to t

I was in a damp, pitch-black cellar, hunched in a corner with my injured leg behind me. The walls were slimy and wet, and the moisture soaked through my blouse. The door swung open, and a burst of light stung my eyes. I lifted my hand to block it. I heard footsteps and quickly shrank back, hiding deeper in the shadows. "Mr. Carver sent me to get you, Mrs. Carver." I looked up to see who it was. It was the bodyguard Henry had hired years ago.