Student Council Killing Game Novels & Stories

"I also picked out the point of the targets being strong people. But if the people being taken out are strong, then just how strong can this person be?" "Don't ask me. The Council's problem is yours to deal with." Neon said and pushed her chair backward. "I wasn't asking you. It was a rhetorical question." Cleopatra chuckled, holding up her head with a hand. "Also, the tournament winners would be leaving in two days. Do me a favor and check around the campus to see if you'd see the boy who shot Alarick and who's responsible for whatever is happening."

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!"

She’s the one shooting wide and losing out to some foul-mouthed thirteen-year-old. “So are we going to talk about earlier?” Kennedy says as she taps and jiggles the buttons on her controller. Her eyes remain riveted on the screen. If Killian Kelly and his lieutenants knew we have a game system, they’d lose their minds. I’m not sure how it’s a corrupting influence, but the older males have really messed up ideas about lone females.

It would also allow us to call out our progress to the others on the wall. Abel and I had a sick tradition. With each kill, we call out our ‘kill count’. This is even true when killing the undead in our video games. It was a contest of a sort to see who the better fighter was. Even Sam, Levi, and, surprisingly, Alec all joined in. We just laughed as we heard the numbers that were called out. It was all fine, it only spurred Abel and I to catch up with them and stay above them all. It wasn’t hard. That was until we heard the small feminine voices that sounded so much like my Remmie and Reign.

Dorian said, his voice resolute yet laced with regret. Cassian, although visibly conflicted, replied, "I understand, Dorian. If it means your survival, I accept my fate. But know this: I do it willingly, not out of obligation, but out of friendship." Their exchange struck a chord within me. It was a tragic dance of destiny, where two friends were pitted against each other by forces beyond their control. Dorian believed that by ending Cassian's life, he could secure his place in the world. Cassian, in his loyalty, was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice.

Zoë replied. "Let's play kiss, kill, marry." Zoë said. "What's are you playing?" Mum asked joining us with dad. "Kiss, kill, marry." Sarah replied. "Kami, you go first. Jason Derulo, Sam Smith and Joker." Zoë said. "Kiss Sam Smith, marry Jason Derulo and kill joker." Kami replied The game continued until everyone decided to retire into their homes.

I knew what she had to hear to understand the tenacity of this whole situation. “ The council is looking for the alpha killer.” Her whole body froze as she looked up at me. “And… and what does it have to do with me?” “Enough of pretending, we both know that it was you who was killing. You fuking killed one tonight. Sure the council doesn’t know that it was you who did it…yet.” She doesn’t need to know that I had made sure that no one would trace the killings to her. “But what will happen when the deaths will be traced back to you, what the? Are you going to kill them then? We both know that you would die trying just as hundreds before you did.”

"Enjoy." Because soon enough, someone would be knocking, and they’d be the ones facing the dean, losing thirty conduct points in the process. Sure enough, a knock came at the door. Crouching down with a bowl full of hot, melted cheese, Rachel called out, "Who is it?" The moment she opened the door and saw who it was, the food in her hand might as well have turned to ashes. Dean Marshall himself stood there, flanked by Ms. Edwards and several other leaders. Their faces darkened at the sight: three girls using high-powered appliances to cook fondue, and charcoal burning on the floor.

"Yea, bro, let's announce your return" Gil and I went to the court and every of the guy was happy to see me. We had a basketball match against another school but I wouldn't be playing till I'm back on the team. The day was quite interesting but the most exciting part of it all was that my school Greenwood High school won the match against Westwards High school in a glorious manner. Yes, we won.