Death Penalty The Game Novels & Stories

You look beautiful," Anika exclaimed. Sarah grinned and bowed her head, but not before Anika noticed the tiny pink on her cheeks. Jacob made an impatient motion toward Casper. "Why are you standing here while he is standing over there?" Jacob's face stiffened as he examined the room. "I should have known the old bastard would be here." Anika followed his eyes and found Pete Foxhorn holding court within earshot of Casper. Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous.

"What Finn is trying to say is that it was just first game jitters. I'm sure we are going to get our shit together going forward, right guys?" The boys nodded, totally agreeing with him. "Oh, we better."I said, staring at each and every one of them. The thing was, I was still pissed as hell about what happened. Although we won the game but it was an absolute shit performance. We were crap from the start to finish, and I thought we were extremely lucky to get away with maximum points. We didn't deserve anything from that game. What pissed me off even more was the shit mentality of some of the guys here. Guys like Finn and his buddies who cared more about entertaining themselves than anything

"You are the most valuable point, boy. So try to live a long time and make the game more interesting." My confusion was overwhelming. I still couldn't grasp the explanation of this so called game. I whispered to Marco, my voice shaking. "They... they just have to get the vest off us right?" Marco looked at me with an expression of weary disgust. "They have to get the vest off our dead bodies, Antonio. The Hunters can only steal the points when you are dead." He heaved before looking away. My eyes widened in horror at his words as he confirmed my suspicion and my legs started shaking uncontrollably.

Stupid shoes for a death game, but I didn't dare stop to take them off. "RED LIGHT." The doll's head whipped around so fast it made a cracking sound. I froze mid-step, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I could see the doll's face now. Empty black holes where her eyes should be. A smile painted in blood red. She was looking at us, scanning back and forth. Don't move. Don't even breathe. "Player 4 eliminated." I heard a sound like a gunshot, then a thump. From the corner of my eye, I saw a young guy fall to the ground. There was a perfect hole in his forehead, smoking slightly.

A soft smile on his face makes it seems like the person who has never seen or done any sin in his life. Dark as the ocean blue eyes with his black short hair with his bangs covering his forehead. The white blanket is warped around him, making him look smaller than he already is. Lifting his hand out of the blanket touching his soft cheeks with a blank look on his face 'Even if I'm reborn, why am I in this small body of a 17 years old boy who will just die in every route rather than his own route' 'Oh, wait!' 'How can I forget there is also an option where I also die in my own route! How much the game developer hates this poor sadistic boy, they just want to kill this yandere in every step.'

The Carcassonne killer. “Cole,” he growled, “are you laughing at me?” “Who me? Never.” She bit her lip unconvincingly and hoped for later retribution. “You know,” Hazel said, “we should harness Aiden’s power for good and play something cooperative.” They settled on Forbidden Desert—a surprisingly hard-core game for eight-year-olds about repairing a dirigible before dying of thirst or getting buried in sand. Humiliatingly, they tended to get their arses handed to them a lot when they played.

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

The user at the top started typing. ‘The game is about to begin. For the first game, you’ll be given some set of riddles and you have just 6minutes as a deadline for you to answer. We will both play in turns and whoever wins the finals passes but if you fail, it will lead to the death of one of your loved ones.” The moment I finished reading it, it disappeared from my screen. Okay this is getting a bit creepy but can someone tell this dumbass to stop playing with the life of my loved ones? Can we just get the game started? Pfff!

I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game! [‘Me and My Ghost Grandkids’, the big family-feels reality special, just dropped!] [Bro, this horror game just turned into a cozy grandma sitcom! And I’m obsessed!] [Horror games aren’t just slashes and scares. There are some heartwarming scenes too!] [Grandma’s a real life coach… No, a ghost-life coach!] [The scene is so heartwarming! I hereby rename this level ‘Cozy Dorm: Grandma and Her Ghost Grandkids’!]

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.