Game Of Thrones You Win Or You Die 소설 & 이야기

“But crowns forged in shadow break under light. And soon, yours will too.” Serenya’s hands trembled, though she hid them in her gown’s folds. Every word felt like a blade, every glance a test. Yet she lifted her chin once more, forcing her heart to still. The game of thrones had begun—and in shadows, the deadliest moves were made.

FREYA’S POV Victory doesn’t feel the way I imagined it would. I used to think winning would feel loud. Like relief crashing through me all at once. Like certainty. Like joy. But standing here now, I realize victory is quiet. It doesn’t cheer. It doesn’t celebrate. It just leaves you alone with what’s left behind, forcing you to look at it without flinching. It doesn’t surge or warm or settle gently in my chest. It tastes like ash, sharp and bitter, clinging to the back of my throat no matter how many times I swallow. We won. Asher is dead. The war is over.

“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.” — George R. R. Martin LEONARDO (Lucien's father) He may be Alpha now, but the blood that made him Alpha still runs in me. And his happiness with his mate? It won’t last. I’ll make sure of it. I was too excited by how smoothly my plans were unfolding, but I couldn’t show it. Not yet, anyway. “Come on, Alpha Rhett,” I leaned forward, swirling the whiskey in my glass. “You’ve thought about it before. I’m just saying it out loud.”

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."

"The game where everyone loses, the game where there are no winners, only survivors. The game where the only way out is to burn everything down and start over." I stood up, my hand on my stomach, my voice steady, my heart cold. "Then I'll burn it down, I'll burn it all down, and I'll build something new from the ashes."

“Sometimes I remember watching *you* do it.” My stomach twisted. “So either way,” I said, “the Game got a nice tragic ending out of it.” “TRAGIC ENDINGS INCREASE AUDIENCE SATISFACTION,” the Admin supplied blandly. “Shut up,” I said automatically. The images kept cycling. In none of them did, I saw a version where we both walked away. My fingers clenched so hard around the pen that my knuckles hurt. “This is the part where you pick which of you gets to die beautifully,” the Game implied, without saying it.

I caught him red-handed, plotting to fake amnesia to trick me, and I overheard Sebastian spill the beans about the so-called blissful marriage I was so proud of, which was nothing more than a house of cards. "Her love, it's suffocating," he said. "Marrying's marrying, but with her, I get more bang for my buck. "She's out there hustling, and I'm kicking back at home with a cigar, having a little fun on the side. "She's got chops, and she's a real sweetheart, clueless and bends over backward for me. Marrying her? All pros, no cons." Their words hit me like a ton of bricks, praise laced with scorn, sending a chill through my heart and weighing down my legs like they were made of lead.

he said casually, leaning back. “What do you mean nobody knows? You claim to know everything!” Ryan took a sip of whiskey, eyes glinting. “Yes, I know everything… except that. Only Trunks knows who’s behind him. That person owns the game—moves every pawn. We don’t even know if it’s a man or woman, but rumors say he’s fearless, cruel, and terrifyingly strategic. He’s the reason H and Sash became twice as powerful after Mr. and Mrs. Choi died.”

I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

I looked behind me at who was speaking and caught a glimpse of Secretary Luke walking closer to me. "You're a traitor!" I shouted at Secretary Luke. He smiled at me. He stopped walking in front of me and suddenly his face became serious when he looked at me. "You and Rifle Winchester are just as stupid so he died early and because your father died right away, you die the same way as him," Secretary Luke seriously explained to me. I looked at Secretary Luke seriously. I used to be the one who didn't know what was happening, but now it's the one who doesn't know.