Slaughterhouse Games Novels & Stories

Indecent Advances Leah locked the sliding door behind her. She proceeded to walk to the laundry room at the end of the hall and left the plastic laundry hamper on the counter. After that, she went downstairs to the kitchen. The underlying scent of marinated pork greeted her. Sitting there, spread out on the marbled kitchen counter, were aluminum trays of skewered pork and poultry liver and innards. The meat lay sprawled, ready for a bbq to celebrate a new book and magazine issue launch. Paul had her do it since he was hosting the barbeque. Leah put her back into preparing, so her attention was entirely on them when the kids got home.

{DANTE} Neither Francis nor Cecelia said a word about my long absence from the dinner table Friday night. Vivian didn't mention our little chat in the office, and I returned to New York dissatisfied and on edge. I could've burned the Lau mansion to the ground with one flick of my lighter. Unfortunately, doing so would've brought the authorities straight to my doorstep. Arson was bad for business, and l'd never stooped to murder...yet. But certain people tempted me to cross the line every day, one of whom I happened to share blood with.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you for joining me today. Before we jump into things and I answer your questions, I would like to first read off a list of our victims, followed by a moment of silence." I took the next ten minutes to read the names of every slain and injured woman followed by a brief moment of silence. "Thank you. As most, if not all of you are aware, the Luna Games was deactivated due to the presence of a viable rogue attack. In fact, two of the Luna Games participants were confirmed rogues." Loud shouts of displeasure and outrage erupted from the crowd. I held my hand up in an attempt to quiet the crowd. It took several minutes until order was finally resto

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.