Spring Bonnie Into The Pit Game Novels & Stories

Logan Reynolds I’m halfway through a proposal draft when I hear the familiar knock—three sharp raps. Only one person knocks like that. “Come in,” I call, already knowing. Bonnie pushes the door open like she owns the place. She’s in ripped jeans, her denim jacket slung over one shoulder, sunglasses perched on her head even though she’s inside. “Well, well,” she smirks, stepping in and letting the door fall shut behind her. “Big man behind the desk. You know, you used to build Lego cities on the floor.”

"Shane, I'm here for a mission. I hope you can cooperate." When he heard my voice, Shane bounced to his feet in excitement. "Janine, you’ve finally figured it out! You’re coming back with me, right? "I knew it, you wouldn’t abandon me!" He looked in my direction with glee. "I'm here to kill you." My cold tone seemed to send a chill down his spine. "W-What did you say?" The System announced, "You have failed in completing your mission. The punishment shall be carried out by Janine Grover."

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.