Predictive Text Games Novels & Stories

Luckily, I didn't have to make that decision, because at that moment hope arrived. A giant, screaming pile of hope in the form of Taewi Park. "I'm gonna regret this!" Taewi yelped. His Predator broke from cover, charging northwest towards the Russian mechs that had us pinned down. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Park?" Telbus roared. "Stay behind cover!" Taewi's Predator charged the Russian squadron, shotguns loaded, but didn't fire a single shot. "What are you doing, Taewi?" Kitt hollered. "They won't stop shooting for pacifism!"

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

So much for a coordinated attack. Kids screaming not knowing what to do. I run in and take out my gun and shoot a wolf in the head that has john pinned. John looks over and nods in thanks and pushes the wolf off him. I shoot a few more wolves I don't recognise and every one of them drop. Wolfsbane laced bullets. A werewolves kryptonite. As I'm going around shooting when I need, I turn around just in time to see my mother's head being torn from her body.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means whether by electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the copyright owner. DEDICATION To the Salami-Aruna Family. To Victor Olarenwaju Olorunjuwon. DISCLAIMER All names and characters in this book are fictitious. They have no existence outside this book. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS All thanks to the Almighty God for his constant love! ABOUT THE AUTHOR Esther Imoseme Aruna is an upcoming writer. She has written a few other books such as Forced to Marry, The Great Escape, The Wrong Dark house, Kimo the Dancing Frog, An Affair to Rememb

I silently thank the Goddess that I kept my thin shirt on last night, too exhausted to pull it off. I notice a scroll on the ground close to my feet. I pick it up, and unfold it carefully, revealing precise, looping penmanship: ‘Step into Trial number three, Where shadows dance and none are free. In forest depths, you now remain, Where strength and wit may bring you gain. The bands you seek are high and bold, Taken from hands now growing cold. Collect the most and rise with pride, Or leave with nothing, cast aside. The final game begins today— Only nine are left to play.

I have read a lot of novels where highschool student trys to play a game at a party but disaster always happen after that. I won't be a part of this game, i rather watch and entertain myself. I saw Kelly smiling already... "Is it truth or dare?" Kelly asked the girl "No! Is a new game...is called paper spreading...we use to play the game a lot in my former school. Don't worry; it will be fun." She said and smiled "Then let's play the game, the guy i saw her kissing earlier spoke. " who is in? She asked...don't worry about the rules and how the game is being done; I will explain everything. " she added

I don’t hate old men but I hate creepy ones, sexting and asking for nudes and stuff. “Nah far from that. Btw like I said I’ve got something for you.” He didn’t even let me reply back before he sent another text. “Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductio

His skin was glistening with a fresh sheen of feverish sweat, his dark jaw clenched as he stared at the flashing grid maps of the shipyard. "You're bleeding again," I said, my voice low and flat as the adrenaline of the fight began to recede, leaving behind a cold, sharp irritability. Malakai didn't look up immediately. His large right hand flew across the mechanical keyboard, entering a complex string of commands that closed out the hijacked security feeds before he finally turned his dark, bloodshot eyes toward me.

I all but roar into the phone. "Hey dude you're kinda killing the mood here" my brother whisper yells into the phone. "How about you take an uber?" He suggests making me want to kill him." if you're not here in the next 5 f*cking minutes Matteo I swear- " "Jesus! Fine I'm coming, I'm coming!" He says cutting me off. Just as I hang up the phone a police car drives past us, slowing down after seeing the wreckage "sh*t!" I mutter under my breath.

- to continue his studies. Frank didn't even care about John's reaction anymore. He quickly joined the game with Z. The game was a highly popular first person shooter game called "PUBG Mobile," where a certain number of players were placed in a server and were given a specific amount of time to kill all their opponents. The duo's skills were top-notch, and they didn't need to put in much effort. They immediately killed anyone they saw with just one shot. Frank kept chattering on the side. [Z, where have you been all these years? Why did you only show up now?]