Killer The Game Novels & Stories

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

Albert exhaled casually, replying on the other hand. Killian ended the call with a low hum before tossing the device aside. He pressed his lips together, taking another slow sip. A dark humourous chuckle escaped him but his teeth rattled beneath the calm facade. “Let her go over my dead body!” He hadn’t truly let her go. He never will. He loved to play dangerous game. It was a wicked game he relished and he knew exactly how to claim what he wanted. Killian glanced behind. He could still picture her on that soft bed, fiddling with her dress, waiting to be held.

Keyboard Overkill

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn

Jack’s cold eyes revealed a trace of viciousness as he said, “I don’t represent anyone. I just want to play a game with you. The name of this game is called Killing Magic. Do you see the collars on your necks? You can use your hands to touch them. There is a mini bomb inside your collars. It is enough to break your necks. You have thirty minutes to find the final exit. There are many devices that can touch the collars around your necks, but there are many mechanisms in the room. Every choice you make will require you to make a small sacrifice. Now let me see how much you want to live.” Madeleine knelt in the cage. His face was completely twisted. “F*ck! F*ck your mother!” Red lights were fla

“I will flip you over and fuck the living daylights out of you right in front of everyone. Is that what you want?” I shook my head and tried my best to stay still, even though it was hard. I could still feel him inside me, and every small movement made it worse—hotter, needier. I kept my eyes on the screen, pretending to care about the last few minutes of the game. My heart was racing, my hands gripping the couch tightly. The time seemed to crawl, like each second was stretching forever. Finally, the game ended, and Killian’s voice rang out. “Alright, everybody out,” he said to his friends, his voice low and sharp.

“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.

I was going to intercept his shipments, turn his allies against him, and meet him on the battlefield of the underworld—and he wouldn't even know it was me until I was holding the knife to his throat. "Let the game begin, Kai," I whispered into the dark.