Slaughterhouse Games Novels & Stories

"You are back!" Lia shouted as soon as we stepped into the house. Killian didn't look my way—he hadn't either as I watched him take his seat on the one-seater sofa. "Hey," she called my attention, and I turned to her forcing a smile. Not for heaven’s sake—after what I’ve just seen—could I ever act normal around them again. What the hell have I seen back in the tattoo shop! First, he froze humans like it was nothing then... The shop owner... Oh fucking hell!

The floor was sparkly and the books were neatly arranged, but I could feel the dust beneath the shelf as I ran my right hand on the smooth wood. Twice in a day. Same straightforward question, the same tight-lipped response. Like Camille, had something sinister happened to the rest of the family? Was Salvatore… dead?. Why won't anyone tell me anything? What was the family hiding?! I swept through the books, not the new ones, but the old ones kept away on a special-looking shelf. Most of them were about the Axtons, history, journals, and keep stakes from their previous lives in the mafia world. I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch.

Adrianna Wales. Rozaine Vizcarra. Veronah Osalla. Leondelle Quilon. Celestine Morden. The President. The Vice President. The Senator. The Congresswoman. The Mayor. What happens when you meet your destined friends all at once in one lifetime? You will create a friendship of bond so strong that nothing will tear you guys down. When a tactical player, a silent killer, a bitch, a genius, and a wealthy come together, there is only one thing for sure and that is a completely dangerous game that is about to happen in the very special field they all chose—politics.

Lisbeth took point, moving with lethal grace, double-tapping anyone who appeared in her sights. Lucian covered the flank, a blur of elbows, muzzle flashes, and the metallic click of fresh magazines. Ayra brought up the rear, her SMG chattering until the barrel steamed. They hit the kitchen. Bullets tore through the cabinets, sending porcelain exploding into the air. Lisbeth kicked the back door open. Outside—the yard was chaos. Smoke, bodies, and the distant churn of helicopter blades. --- From Lisbeth’s perspective, escape was just another puzzle. She spotted the thin gap between two SUVs, the blind angle of the rooftop across the street. Perfect.

“She’s mine.” The words were low, quiet, but they carried the force of a gunshot. The other man’s smirk faltered. For a fraction of a second, the entire bar seemed to hold its breath. Then, forcing a laugh, the man raised his hands in mock surrender. “Easy, Vitale. No need to bite.” Dante didn’t move, didn’t look away. His thumb traced a slow, deliberate stroke against Amara’s hip, sending a shiver through her. “I don’t bite,” he said softly, eyes locked on the man. “I kill.”

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.

If it was something that involved buying or selling, I was out! It led me to a game, “The Harvest”. “Howdy!”, a mascot popped up. Quite ugly if I might say. “Please add player name” “Uhhm…”, recalling what Laura had said about using my real name, I decided to use something else. “Farmer…”. “Please choose your weapon, Farmer!” “Weapon?”, I asked out loud seeing the guns and knives mixed with farm utensils in what looked like a farming game. It made no sense.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

The typing dots lingered. Bad Boy: Guide me? To where? Your God? Or your bedroom? My stomach dropped. I clenched my thighs together under the table, fighting the rush that pooled low in my belly. Gloria: Don’t be disrespectful. This isn’t a game. Bad Boy: Everything’s a game, pastor’s wife. Some people just too holy to admit they like to play. I sucked in air, my heart thrumming painfully. He wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t like the brothers in church who lowered their gaze, who bowed with Yes ma, No ma.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?