Death's Game Kdrama Novels & Stories

It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior. "King David said I couldn't die right now." I had difficulty saying every word before Jame squeezed my neck. The anger in Jame's eyes is dispelled. He pulled his hand back, hating to wipe away the scorched skin clinging to his hands. Returning to her usual apathetic appearance, Jame looked back at me and laughed, "Misa, those who know a lot often die very quickly. Try to be careful, and this game seems to be going on."

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

Hyeon-sin tried hard to compose her trembling shoulders and sobbed as if vomiting out her held-back despair. “Director Kim Min-cheol... tried to kill me. And our Grandma... Choe Ju-hyeon... was Code Zero... the key man. Sob, sob...” Doubting his ears, Gye-yeong stared blankly at the evidence handed over by Hyeon-sin, which was steeped in the smell of oil and burning. Inside the car, a cold and gigantic silence settled down.

It meant that from the moment Dante entered the hall to the moment he left, the only people he looked at were the four of us. I said blankly, “It really does look like one of us is the Godfather’s true love.” “There’s no way to tell who he was looking at,” Blair said with a sigh. “But that smile was way too obvious.” The four of us exchanged silent looks, fear filling our eyes. If we didn’t all retain memories of our brutal deaths from past lives, none of this would even be explainable. “If it really is one of us,” Chloe whispered, trembling, tears pooling in her eyes, “then why… why did he kill every single one of us?”

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

But the court notice locked it in place like chains. Trapped with no way forward or back, I felt myself breaking. With the last bit of clarity I had left, I called Arthur. "Why are you doing this to me, Arthur? Are you trying to kill me?"

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

My body trembles, adjusting to this warmer temperature, and soon, sleep comes over me. I know I must find help, but I am just so...tired. I don't fight it in the end. Cold hands are placed on both of my cheeks. It's uncomfortable, and I try to pull back from their hold. My eyes open, and Death looks at me, relief in his eyes. "You're awake! I thought for sure the deal that we made would have been all for naught! And just as it was getting interesting." he says, leaning back, and twirling his scythe.

Cradling her head into my chest, I let the tears fall from my eyes. Deimos killed her because she insulted me. How many more deaths will be on my conscience by the time this is all over? Suddenly, the door to the dining room bursts open, and the doctor who treated me rushes into the room. “You are too late,” I whisper. “She is already gone.” The doctor bends down and searches for a pulse. His face falls when he cannot find one. He pulls back the napkin on her neck and inspects the wounds on her neck.

“I believe I’ve made myself clear. Perhaps you think that I still love you and would not want you to jump. You might even think that my heart will go out to you. “But Joshua, all the things you’ve done over this period have destroyed the remaining love I have for you. So, I only find it funny that you’d resort to threatening me to be back together with you through suicide. If I don’t love you anymore, why would I care whether you live or die?” Her words were too harsh, and Joshua could not accept it. With an ashen face, he shook his head. “Don’t. Stop talking.” Yet Rain continued, “If you really died today, the most I will feel is a slight regret that I did not manage to stop you. “But unlik