Dead By Daylight Nsfw Novels & Stories

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

"Help! Where am I? I want to go home!" I heard a woman screaming. As I crawled up from the ground, the system announcement sounded from the speakers. "Welcome, honored players. Congratulations on being selected to join the Death Game. This instance, named 'Deserted Island Amusement Park,' is rated nine stars in difficulty. Players, do your best to stay alive." As the sound of the announcement faded, the phones of the more than 20 people present lit up simultaneously, mine included.

Suzanna’s hands are on her head, trying to spin her neck back into place so it can heal. The last thing I see before passing out is Lucas ripping Dina’s teeth out one by one. And then I lose consciousness again.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

There were lava pits, spikes, and spires with bodies strapped onto them being stabbed repeatedly. My mouth hung open at the spectacle. It was even worse than what I imagined Dante's Inferno to be. I must have not made it. I didn't even remember dying. I didn't even remember being in pain. My mouth worked at the word, until it came out in a hoarse whisper. "Hell." Someone released my arms. I couldn't take my eyes from the scene. "Yes," Remi said at my elbow. "Am I dead?" He reached out and turned my face towards him with one hand. He forced me to make eye contact with him. Seeing his face pulled me out of my shock a little. That deep set anger started to flare up.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"You can go ahead and try setting that fire if you dare, you wretched woman!" Draco, who had been lying inside the coffin, suddenly shot up and yelled at me with a savage expression. He had a face that resembled something out of a horror story, so much so that it was enough to make anyone's legs give out. Those present froze instantly, staring at him in absolute horror. It was then that someone finally broke down and yelled, "Draco has come back to life! He has risen from the dead!"

Death and I asked at the same time before glaring at each other, but the goddesses seemed to gush over the dumb moment "Your staring," Death says "I was just wondering to myself how someone could possibly be so ugly," I lied, narrowing my eyes at him It was those stupid eyes He chuckled, "And yet you just admitted it was my eyes," He can read my mind? My lips purse as my cheeks heat up and I look away as I swim in between Hera and Demeter, "Telling me you could read my thoughts should have happened at the beginning, like when you met me. Have you ever heard of privacy?" I asked but cut him off before he said anything, "Oh, of course not because you were standing in my fucking mirror while I