Killer The Game Novels & Stories

(Drags out the man's tongue and divides it with the blunt shears then proceeds to strangle him with a string. Jeremy: (Leans towards the ear of the dying man) I am the devil that sends Men like you to hell. Safe a spot for my father, will you? (Rips out his earlobe with his teeth...) I look away as he finishes the kill and two males enter the room, their backs to the camera. Male: This is not your style, Kila. (Releases the dead body from the chains) “That's Junev!” Ken exclaims at the sight of the male.

Before I can even look around us to check, Tyrelle is already pulling my hand to lead me to the nearest game station. The first stop is a shooting game, which I was surprised to find that I was actually quite good at. And I am even more surprised when Tyrelle sucks at it. It's hilarious how he keeps cursing every time he dies, but I guess I'm still holding back my laughter because Tyrelle is looking at me with concern. He must have noticed my expression as I resisted. I started to apologize, but Tyrelle just smiled patiently at me and shook his head. “It’s alright. All the more reason to keep on playing.” He says.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

“Your name is Sarah Killian, and you are about to kill me.” My heart clambering to crawl out of my throat, I pull my trusted knife out of my bag and bring it into the Phantom Kid’s chest. He doesn’t scream, or call out, or anything. He just falls down to the ground. To make sure that I sufficiently finish the job, I stab him again and again, with each stab I silently curse in my mind.

Natzy stared at him, her mind racing. "And we're hunted," Kyle continued. "By our own crimes." "What does that mean?" Natzy demanded. "You'll see soon enough." Before she could press further, the woman in the business suit called out to Naro. "How do you know this is a game?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope. Naro straightened, trying to look confident. "I'm a game developer. I recognize the structure. The timer, the trials, the rules. It's all designed like a survival game."

“I kill like a bitch too.” “You’re having fun,” He said. “Aren’t you?” “Yes, I am.” Her voice was also unexpected. Soft and elegantly feminine. Nothing he would’ve have imagined coming from such a deadly person. “Are we done?” He asked. “Do you even have a plan?” “Not a plan, but I do have a game.” She cracked her neck and kept both daggers on her sides. “I heard you love games.” “I do. What’s this one called?"

“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.

She was taking control. The city stirred behind them, unaware of the game unfolding in its shadows. Trevon would learn soon enough: Aire had changed. The girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood a woman reborn, fearless, and untouchable. And with Dee, she wasn’t alone. Together, they disappeared into the city, two shadows among many, ready for whatever came next.

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

“Thanks to you, I’m wanted. Add in that you’ve warned me enough about how you’re going to kill me, or if I try anything you’ll kill me, or that I know you have a bullet for me to eat. I think I’m good.” “Say it.” He held the key above the lock, waiting. I sighed. “I’m not going to try and get away, asshole. No fucking point, anyway.” “Because I’ll kill you,” he said, making sure he stressed again how this game was ending. I folded my arms in front of me. “You’re a broken record, you know that?” “Making sure you know what the stakes are.” I help up one hand. “Death.” Then held up the other. “Kinky sex with some adventure, then death.”