Non Violence Games Novels & Stories

My fingers were flying across the mechanical keyboard, the rapid-fire clicking the only sound cutting through the damp room. I was entirely on my own now. Zero was gone. Leaving him at the canal bank had been the hardest thing I’d done since escaping Malakai, but I couldn’t afford a partner whose loyalty was bought by the Vance syndicate—even if he claimed he had changed his mind because he loved me. In our world, love was just a vulnerability waiting to be exploited. Access Denied. Security Protocol 9-Alpha Triggered. "Damn it, Kai," I whispered, slamming my palm against the desk.

“Any proposals or addendums since our last meeting? “I have a proposal,” Veronica speaks up, holding up a perfectly manicured hand, as she uses her other hand to adjust her stylish glasses around her short blond hair. “Every year we play several small games and have several targets. What if we tried something different? What if we have a game that lasts all year with a single target?” “That might sound fun at first,” Simon blurts without bothering to wait his turn or raise his hand, his muscles flexing as he bends forward in his tight school shirt. “But wouldn’t it get boring?”

I spent hours with the both of them, playing board games, not noticing how much time was escaping me. I don’t think I have smiled more; Grace was brilliant, such a beautiful, sweet girl, and it tugged at my heart every time she broke out into coughs, her eyes watering as she put on a brave face and tried to keep her eyes on her cards. “I’m just trying to get you to be sympathetic for me, so you don’t see this,” she slammed down a blackjack when it was about to be Corbyn’s turn, “coming,” she grinned, laughter bubbling in her throat at the look of displeasure on Emerson’s face.

"Surely you can see that we are in the middle of something." I stepped closer to him, my hand reaching for the Glock tucked behind my back. "Incase you forgot, this isn't Vegas, Roma. You're in my city and in my city, my word is law. Fucking move before I make you." He grinned, a wicked sort of fire dancing in his dark blue eyes. "What if I'm craving a little violence this evening? Things have been very boring as of late, yeah?" Rage simmered in my veins. His lips were pulled back into a taunting sneer and we stood chest to chest, glaring at each other for a few moments, neither of us backing down.

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.”

She voices out, still chuckling. “Fuck you very much, Noah.” Noah drops his bottle of water on the table and says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be crude. I am joking.” “I’m not angry,” I wave Noah off. “And since y’all are so invested in my sex life, I don’t own a lot of sex toys. And also, for the millionth time, I know you guys care so much about me, but please stop bringing up my sex life or my lack of a partner.”

Kael and Mara screamed as their skin split open, slow and brutal. They hit the floor, begging. "Yaya, we're sorry! We didn't mean it! Please—let us go!" I didn't blink. "The players you killed—did they beg too? Did you let them go?" Before I could move, the silver cross shot forward on its own. It didn't even touch them. Their fear meters spiked to 100. And then—screams, bodies bursting apart, souls shredded to nothing. No blood. No trace. Just silence.