Slaughterhouse Games Novels & Stories

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

I asked again, looking at my watch this time because I was scared that we were going to run late for the meeting with the police team "You see that house is a slaughter house that belongs to Elliot and once upon a time it was a very booming business but it has not been doing so well these couple of years and that was why they started using Star Struck to commit a lot of unthinkable crimes because they were in search of money and they were going bankrupt because of poor management of the company" he revealed and I froze in the spot I was standing. It was a lot of information all in one and I was struggling to wrap my head around it all. What did he mean by a slaughter house? Was it what I was

The lower abdomen immediately twisted with a demanding spasm. And this after all that was in the shower? Yes, Yang is definitely a carrier of something highly contagious and untreatable! One of the doors in the house slammed, forcing me to return to a reality that is not as cloudless and sweet as my strange sensations. I managed to cover my bare legs by pulling the covers off the bed. The men's shirt did not quite reliably hide the backside, and I didn’t even want to remember the fact that I didn’t have underwear on.

As for where he was in the dark of night, well, he was right by my food stall. The audience easily guessed that something sinister was going on, and their discussion reached a fever pitch. [The newbie is done for. The players have started killing one another.] [The scariest part of this horror game isn’t just the ghouls. Sometimes players are even more ruthless to one another.] [Her cooking might be able to win over the ghoul NPCs, but it won’t do much against another player’s longsword!] [What’s she going to do now? Can someone communicate with Camden? I can spend money to convince him not to do it. I’ll spend whatever it takes!]

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

The black blindfold hid his eyes, but his tense jawline betrayed his nerves. The more nervous he was, the more excited I became. My fingertip traced over his throat, feeling his muscles tighten instantly. “What’s the rush? The game’s only just begun.” I slowed my words deliberately, fingers sliding lower. His breathing fell out of rhythm. “Heh, little brat, grown some guts now?” Leon rasped. His hands strained against the chains that fastened him to the pull-up bar, making the metal rattle crisply. I circled behind him, nose almost brushing his nape.

He added and Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. We went back and joined the party, it was horrific because the games were bloody and almost impossible to complete. “These people are not dead, are they?” I asked Damian and I saw his eyes turn red. I looked over at Elijah and he looked away, my head felt light and it seemed like I’d pass out anytime soon. “They’re dead,” Damian answered and I froze, “I should’ve known.” He added and I couldn’t comprehend what I’d just heard. “It’s the way of the Mafia, they host fairs like this, it’s their own way of having fun. You register for the games and so you either kill or get killed.” Damian explained to me and my eyes widened as I stared at the d

Something in between. The Hunter Units were coming. And we were trapped in a facility designed to process souls into fuel. Welcome to The Abattoir.

She was in tears, knowing that she could have prevented this. Someone killed the least mentally stable person among us. They used her and killed her for their own personal gain. Urkstin was still unconscious, but he had seen the body first before any of us. Seeing this scarring image of one of his friends dead in a pool of their own blood. One of the people in this room was a murderer. And as I looked around at the remaining participants in this game, I had realized it. That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive,