Saw Games 2 Novels & Stories

~~**~~**~~ Giving his evil side smile, Tony watched his laptop screen using his right hand to click on the mouse. “Boss, you sent for me.” Dan announced his presence as he walked into the office. “Yes, sit.” He pointed at the seat in front of him without taking his gaze off the laptop screen. “Do you know why Joanna wasn’t a good distraction? It’s because, he had a better distraction.” Tony said, now fixing his attention on Dan “Did you do what I asked you to do?” “Yes Boss. I copied it into this drive and deleted the security footage.” He said handing over the drive to Tony who inserted the drive to his laptop and click on a video.

Driblets of water trickled down Eve's body as she bent her head over the steamy shower. The water made her feel clean, and it made her think nasty things. Alone with a man in his house, she thought. That had been a success. What other games could she play on him? Maybe a game of him never missing a shower with her. Maybe one that would hold him glued to her. Eve shook her head, unsure of what she was doing.

We both then stared in each other's eyes that were filled with tears. But then... Vincent smirked at me. I smirked back and turned around. "Let the game begin, Xavier" ~~~💗~~~

"The fuck!" "Hi." I shifted my gaze to the couch behind them, where a certain figure sat in all black, smiling, and he said after a moment,. "Finally you're home." "What the fuck, Blade?! Who are these people?" He shrugged and gestured to the bodies as I stepped forward, and I had a fleeting thought for a moment that he brought dead people into my home. Why though... Why would he— I felt my heart skip and knelt down by one of the bodies when I saw who it was.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

The door slid open and we walked in. Nothing could have ever prepared me for what I saw. The first thing I noticed about the room was the horrible stench. It smelled like sweat and blood and rotting flesh and I had to fight the urge to hurl and throw up. And then, I realized how hot the entire room was. A humid, wet heat that made my skin itchy and uncomfortable. There were two notable things in the room. The first was a desk with an array of weapons like stabbing knives, cutting knives with jagged edges, poison darts, injections, wicked looking whips and a bunch of other torture instruments that would have made Hitler proud.

But he had a heart of gold, he was probably the only boy I would let near my sister, ever. And that was saying a lot. “How is he?” I mused absentmindedly picking at my wilted chicken sandwich. “He’s great, he’s right here actually let me call him over,” before I could tell her not to worry because I didn’t want to disturb him. Another thing about Hiro was he was always working, always. He had a dream of starting his own game development company, and I knew he would make it one day. There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!”

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.

DIEGO'S POV The first package arrived at 7 AM. On opening my door, I found a box with expensive wrapping and it had my name on it. At first I was skeptical because you never know until I got Felton's message. Inside was the art book. The one I'd mentioned in an interview two years ago and it was a limited edition worth three freaking thousand dollars The card said: For your collection. —F Two hours later another delivery, a sculpture tool that was custom made with initials engraved.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.