General Zaroff The Most Dangerous Game Novels & Stories

" You were the one who started this, it was you who flirted with me in the club. You should not start a game if don't intend to play it till the end. Or is it another attempt to seduce me and then act coy and hard to get to make me follow you? " " There is no point in talking to a dirty-minded womanizer like you... " I shook my head and passed by him, when I was just about to open the door of the safe sanctuary of my room, he caught my wrist in his large hand and yanked me to him. I was not prepared for that, so I lost my balance and was about to fall but he came forward and I fell on him instead. He tightened his arms around me in a very tight grip.

The day my school's principal called me into his office to have a word with me, I knew it wasn't good news, and somehow I'd seen it coming. There was no hiding it as the rumors had been going on around the school, fast spreading like wildfire. The famous Lobos Samuel Curtez had been killed at his own party. Samuel Curtez was the world's biggest nuisance and the country's most wanted criminal. He was New York's head of the popular 'zolo' mafia gang, taking after his late father, Carlos Curtez, who had terrorised and shaken up the world in the same manner.

" My guards nod and wait for Collins to stand. The stress now made him look horrible, unlike the last time I saw him. I promise he'll look worse if he doesn't get me her. I cross my leg and intertwine my fingers. "Remember Collins." I call and wait for him to turn to look at me. "I lack home training." He stands still and stares at me, scared. I stare at him unbothered. My face putting on a smirk as I wiggle my leg under my table. My guards slightly push him out and shut the door. The lady must be found.

Kyra said. "WHAT?" exclaimed Kay and Kim together after hearing that fantastic price. Kyra shifted her screen again and saw the money offered for Noxious to kill Logan Moretti. Kim shook her head in disbelief. "Wow! A million dollars. Is he so dangerous that he is worth that high?" Kyra reads more information about their new target. "From the information given, it is very dangerous. Logan is known as the Sicilian Berserker." Kim's eyes narrowed at her younger sister. "Berserker? What is it?"

Blocking the trigger with his thumb, deflecting it upwards, and then twisting his arm to the point that the bones creaked and knocked him to the ground, where he writhed in pain. “You are welcome, Marquez!” Das said, smiling, to the general, who was left with his mouth open in amazement. After a while, a whisper escaped him: “What did you think? This animal could have killed me; he took a big risk.” “Maybe there was that possibility; it was a risk I decided to take; anyway, you would have won; you would have been a martyr. Instead, now you are a hero, the general who, in person, finished with a network of liquor counterfeiters and corrupt policemen. I congratulate him.” Das patted the genera

I growled. Chief Robert smiled with a satisfied look on his face. "Good. We knew you would be. This is his file." He pushed a folder across the desk. "Dante Giordano. He’s like a ghost. Never photographed and always in the shadows. He's called the devil by those in their circle.” He mused. “The eldest out of the three Giordano brothers and he's extremely ruthless."

Maya leaned against the smooth wooden table in the safe house, rolling a knife between her fingers as she contemplated every possible outcome of what they were about to do. Murder Diego Moreau and pretend he was Luca. It was a dangerous gamble. But everything they did was dangerous now. Zane watched the city beyond the glass across the room, streetlights' glow behind him. There was something stiff about his posture, the way his mind appeared to be racing through every possible scenario, every possible downside.

"Do you want to kill me too,' Gérard mumbled weakly, his hands shaking and vibrating, raising his head. Gonzalo squatted in front of him, pushed back some of his hair, and tucked it behind his hair. "I will have to dispose of you if you don't cooperate." He threatened. "I could snap your neck out of your head, no one will stop me. Werewolves don't mess with demons." What!! Gonzalo is a demon. My essence sank, beating rapidly a thousand times. I sobbed and tried struggling but Rolf held me tight, my breast was burning, and the sensation was running through my veins. I cried and used my feet to kick his knee. He released me to check on my knee, and I made my plan to escape.

"Which means you also know this is gonna get even uglier before we're through, unless we act fast and come at this lunatic hard." One of the guys - a wiry, rail-thin specimen with inked teardrops trailing from both eyes - uttered a wheezy chuckle. "You aimin' to finally put Old Spike down for good then, J? 'Bout damn time, if you ask me." A rumble of murmured agreement rippled through the rest of the assembled group. It was clear Delgado's reputation as a dangerous, unhinged wild card preceded him even among these hardened criminal sorts.

If anything, he seemed entertained by her desperation. “Do you know what makes me laugh?” Zayn tilted his head, his sharp eyes locked on her. “It’s how fake you are.” Then, with no warning, he stood up abruptly as his aura shifted instantly from cold amusement to pure danger. “Do you think I’m stupid?!” Zayn’s voice thundered, shaking the air. “Why do you think I’m called the most dangerous mafia?” He chuckled again, but this time it was darker, heavier, edged with a violent promise. “Because you cannot—ever—mess with my IQ.”