Dewa Game Novels & Stories

“Rico’s not here, but we are. Say hi to the camera, boys!” In the background, laughter erupted. Matteo killed the call and stormed over to a laptop on a nearby crate. His fingers slammed across the keys as he pulled up the live CCTV feed from the west compound. The screen loaded. Nearly twenty of Matteo’s men were lounging around like they were at a fucking pool party. Some smoking, some drinking, a few of them roasting meat on a makeshift grill. One guy even waved directly at the camera with a big stupid smile. Matteo’s face went dead white. “What the fuck did you do?”

"I dislike silly brain games." He got a little closer to me before saying, "I can promise you that this is not a game." Pedro always seems to leave a trail of dead bodies behind him. A few seconds passed, and the atmosphere shifted in an indefinable manner, yet it remained tense and agitated. And then, quite suddenly, Jerome's demeanor mellowed, quite similarly to how it had done in the hotel room. I don't want you to join the ranks of those people.

I stay quiet. “The invitation for the mate games just arrived.” The air in my lungs seize at his words. It’s impossible.How could we have received an invitation? “It’s mandatory for an eligible female from every family chosen to participate. We can’t refuse,” he continues, looking between the two of us. There’s a beat of silence, and then he says, “one of you will have to go.” My stomach sinks. I don’t like where this is going. Lila sits up straighter, her brows furrowing. “But the games are nothing but bull,” she blurts out, her voice sharp.

You can do this. . . . Natalie's P. O. V I was laughing at one of my dad's jokes. Greg had taken me to see him because he requested it. Jace was there as well as Derek, the eldest and the only one married among them. The Maddox twins were somewhere around the globe being the gamers they make and play video games, earning money from that. They rarely come home except it's very important, otherwise they just video call. Above all, we all get along just fine.

Davian said, offering a glass. Dewangga didn’t touch it. He stared at Davian, fury boiling over. “I did what you wanted. I destroyed my own wife. Now delete those recordings, Davian! All of them!” Davian took a slow sip of his whiskey, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Delete them? Dewangga, do you think the world works that simply? You’ve just proven how valuable you are to me. You’re an asset—not a toy.” “You promised!” Dewangga shouted, his voice breaking.

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"A game about the beginning of Dahüd" "And how it became the way it is today"