Death's Game Kdrama Novels & Stories

(GENERAL AND DOLL) IN THIS GAME OD LIFE AND DEATH, WHERE THE CHANCE OF DRAWING THE CARD OF REINCARNATION IS ONE OUT OF TEN. CAN YOU TAKE THE BLAME? ARE YOU WILLING TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING? TAKE THESE BOOKS CURSE AS THE AUTHOR IS FED UP WITH HER LIFE? CAN YOU CARRY THE BURDEN AND DWELL EVEN MORE INTO THE DARK GAME, WHERE A POEM WITH A CURSE IS PLACED? WHAT WILL YOU DO, IS THE DEATH REAPER WILL COME KNOCKING UNTO YOUR DOOR THIS VERY NIGHT? WILL YOU STILL PAY THE FEE TO FIND OUT?

I am never gonna let Cassius go, not even even if it mean doing anything, I mean any fucking thing. "You wanna play this fucking game with me, Crystal? Too bad, people who try to play games with me end up dead before they realise it, and you wouldn't be any different, that i promise."

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

One that I should be scared of, but refuse to be. “Feisty. I think we will get along, won’t be Thought?” Death breathes, eyes twinkling as she admires my mate. My stomach turns. Do they have a history, or am I reading this wrong? Death looks at Thought like she might eat him alive, but she could just be doing that do get to me. “What’s going on?” I ask, questioning the way she is looking at him, like there is a secret being shared without me knowing. Thought confirms it in the way he shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

This time, instead of looking at the door, I looked at the walls around me. The first time, I thought this was about physical defense. The second time, I thought it was hide-and-seek. The third time, I thought it was a psychological game. The fifth time, I thought it was a timed survival scenario. Reality showed me that all of these approaches had already been accounted for. It was as if there were an invisible scriptwriter behind this death game. Every time I thought I had the main storyline, it just told me that was a side quest. So then… What was the real main quest?

He drives the knife across her throat. Her warm blood spurts out as her shaking pupils become still. Kim Min Seo places her hand on her stomach while keeping her gaze on Ahn Hana as if she is pleading to her to save her unborn child. Every second feels like forever. Her heartbeat is louder. Ahn Hana watches her die in front of her. She looks at Kim Min Seo until the woman lowers her head lifelessly. Eun Soh Chun wipes the knife clean with a shining look in his eyes.

“If you want revenge, then stay alive. And the only way to do that is to remain here, let them believe you’re dead, and survive until you give birth. Otherwise, you won’t last.” With that, Death turned and walked away, his shadow swallowing the doorway behind him. Deli sank to her knees, the tears refusing to fall even though her chest burned with agony. Her husband. The man she had no memory of…he was behind all of it. They all wanted her dead. The weight crushed her as her body shook, a single tear finally sliding free. Outside, Death shut the door and found Ymir waiting. She stood still, her expression unreadable, though her eyes revealed she had heard everything.

But before he could touch the door knob, his body was already burning, devoured by flames and within a few seconds his body turned to ashes in front of the terrified men. “What the fuck is going on!?” The men looked at each other in shock and horror. “Shut up, boys!” Demetria snapped. “I will start counting now. 1…2…5…7…10. Start fighting, or I will burn you all to ashes! Begin now!” she commanded, her voice echoing around the room. The men have no choice but to face each other. The death game has just begun. Men are attacking and killing each other to death.

“Now you keep those little fangs away and play this game like the demure Princess you should be.” He begins to turn now and I tuck my hands behind my back, my nails pressed so tight to my palms that I wouldn’t be surprised to feel blood trickling from my fists. “Or else,” Death continues, perfectly casual, glancing at me over his shoulder. “There are…others in your line that could take your place in this Game. Are there not?” I gasp, taking a horrified step towards him, my teeth flashing. But no – he can’t mean –