Killer Game นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She explained and Denis looked at he run shock. “Are you sure?” he asked and she nodded. “You don’t have to do this, I can—” Kelsey grabbed a silver knife from one of the guards and used it to stab Jerry in heart, she didn’t stop at stabbing him. She twisted the knife inside his chest until she was sure that only the moon goddess herself could bring him back to life. She pulled out the knife from his chest harshly and tossed it on the floor before struggling back inside the car and not looking back.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

"He's seen what happens when people come after the big dogs. You think you're ready, but this isn't just revenge anymore. It's a game of shadows, 3D Chess with blood." The call and I set down the phone. "He can't talk me out of it, no one will. Plus I made him an offer from the beginning, I won't do anything. I'll just be his eyes and ears" There was a silence. A pressure that pressed against the walls of the room like smoke. "I'll talk to him later," I said. It was a lie. We all knew it, just like all knew ill be more than just ‘eyes and ears’.

Blood runs hot and thick down my skin. His eyes flash with rage, and he raises his gun at me, ready to fire. Time slows down, but I know I can’t hesitate. The shot is coming. But before the trigger is pulled, Aaron and Timmy strike first. In a near-perfect synchronicity, they open fire. The bullets are swift and precise. KJ falls backward, the gun slipping from his hand before he even realizes what hit him. The look of surprise fades from his face as consciousness leaves him, until death claims him.

A stark reminder that this battle was not just a clash of powers, but a test of survival. Hestia's eyes blazed with bright fury and gleaming desperation as she raised her dagger once again, the blade gleaming in the dim light. “Fuck you, Cassidy! Let me go!” With renewed ferocity, we clashed, each strike a symphony of power and determination to kill one another. “Before you die, I want to slap you with reality.” I cocked my head at Gamma Jamenei, who dispersed himself in front of me and gave me the cylindrical beaker containing blood. “Do you see the color of this?” I asked her, still trying to claw me out but my hand was firm around her neck.

However, what he did not know was that James the man with Stanley and Dennis had intended to keep him alive so that his boss Kyle would take his own sweet time to settle scores with him making the man who calls himself The Kill regret that he was ever born. Otherwise, The Kill would not have survived James's full wrath. The Kill as he calls himself was a foreigner. He was a very known assassin on the dark web. He was only eight years old when he was abducted and trained to be an assassin. Out of one hundred and fifty nine kids, he was the only one who made it out. Many feared his name The Kill as every time he is seen, he brings death. His victims are mostly big men and people in power. But

“Who are the other players in Cairo?” “Players?” he asked. “I do not know this term.” “I think you’re being deliberately unhelpful.” I sighed. “To me and Gamal.” He muttered something in Arabic. “Players in what game, American?” “Trafficking,” I replied. “At a similar level to Zahur.” Killian met my gaze with a ghost of a smile. He’d finally caught up. Stan had been right all along. We just needed enemies on Zahur’s side of the map, and since we couldn’t buy them at the store, homemade would do just as well.

Cassian Reed - Journalist (DECEASED). "Cassian Reed," Kara whispered. "We... we killed him." She scrolled down. There were hundreds of names. "This isn't a game," she gasped. "Oh my god, it's a hit li—" Suddenly, her screen glitched. Red pixels ate the text. The names scrambled into garbage characters. ERROR: FILE CORRUPTED. SYSTEM: Anti-Cheat Protocol Detected. Unauthorized Data Deleted. "No!" Kara screamed, hitting her keyboard. "No, no, no! I had it! I saw it!"

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

Before Viktor could react, Nero’s hand slid into his coat, and in one fluid, merciless motion, his pistol barked thunder into the gym. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound echoed off the cracked walls, sharp and final. Viktor’s two men were not fast enough unlike Nero, and before they could aim, they had already dropped instantly, blood pooling dark against the gym floor. Silence crashed down, broken only by the hiss of the crushed cigarette in Viktor’s hand as ash fell onto his boot. Nero holstered his gun with elegant precision, as though nothing had happened. His smile returned, cold and cutting. “It seems you have some cleaning to do,” he said looking at the corpses. “Consider us even.”