Killing The Game Novels & Stories

Alexis whispered, feeling extremely hurt by the whole situation. "Cry it out, scream it out, die for it... Keep begging for mercy. I did it once too, and you never stopped, now it's my turn to return the favor. Tell me you love me and lie to yourself all you want, but that doesn't mean I'm going to believe you or keep quiet, even if you swear eternal love to me and lower the moon for me, I'll still hate you and continue this game to destroy you. Don't forget, every horrible thing you did to me, now you will suffer it, I will also make you cry and bleed just as you did to me."

“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.”

Kill and claim. From Day Four on, if player A kills player B, A gets B’s visitor card for that floor and inherits all the cards B had already collected. It’s basically farming. If A raises B like a pig, fattens them up, then beats them when B’s weaker, A gets everything. And all of us were the pigs being raised by Elaine and Jethro. By accident, I became the pig king. Ugh. To put it bluntly, the rules actually allow and encourage slaughtering each other.

“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.

I didn't know what he was thinking. He slowly approached my body and pressed his fingers to my neck, seemingly wanting to verify that I was dead. I wondered whether he would cremate me. The urn was right beside me, so he should understand what I wanted. Of course, there wasn't anything I could do if he pretended not to know and went against my wishes. I floated in mid-air and played with my fingernails, feeling bored. Then, I caught the gleam of tears in Gary's eyes. I widened my eyes in shock, unable to believe what I'd just seen.

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

The weight of the situation pressed down on them, the guns in their hands symbols of their perilous predicament. The Beast continued, his voice dripping with theatricality, "Here's how it works. Each gun has only one bullet. You will take turns, one after the other. Rick, you'll go first. If your gun is empty when you pull the trigger, it's Mia's turn to shoot. And if her gun is empty when she pulls the trigger, it's back to you. Whoever dies first loses the game." The room fell into a heavy silence as the gravity of the situation sank in. This deadly game of chance had the potential to claim lives, and there was no way out except to play along with the Beast's sadistic rules.

He hasn’t complained, but he looks half dead. “We jump,” he says. My jaw drops. “What?” “We jump.” He climbs into one of the windowsills, crouches, and holds his hand out to me. I take a step back. He wants us to kill ourselves? My head shakes. “What… You… No.” The Silver Hunters’ footsteps grow louder. They’re almost to us. I don’t know what they’ll do once they reach the top of the stairs, but I’m not killing myself as a way to avoid whatever comes next. What Alec is proposing is absolutely insane.

“I am tied up like this, how can I talk to you? Release." "Do not want. We will have three games. I choose the first game next will be the last brother will be one of the three of them. Accept?" "Depends." “My game is very uncomplicated. Answer the question. The rules of the game are very simple. If you answer three questions correctly I will release one of them and if you do not answer one of them. some of them will die. Then it will be more fun.” "Is that interesting? As far as I remember things like this, you like it."

He took it reluctantly. “And now,” Don Alessandro’s voice rang out, “you’re about to play a little game.” His words sent a chill down my spine. “If you want to see your mother alive, Amelia, you’ll have to kill him. And to make this fair, Kai has a gun as well to protect himself. Let the game begin.” My heart stopped. Kai’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. “What?” he barked, his voice filled with disbelief. “That wasn’t the agreement!”