Student Council Killing Game Novels & Stories

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

Maybe he wants to supervise him. "There are no allies in this game, all teams go against each other and you should shoot to kill,". Elliot explains, taking his gun and pointing it at a boy in front of him. Without any kind of preamble, he shoots him five times, creating a blue circle on his chest and making said boy cry out in pain, "There won't be any kind of safety equipment and these little bullets hurt. Pretend you are at war. The winning team gets to eat ice cream for dinner." Elliot's dad gives us a little introduction to the weapons we were issued, an explanation of the game and then gives us five minutes to take cover and put our plan together. The tomboy and I decide to run farther

"Maybe you guys will finally fuck tonight." Isabella's voice crackled through my phone, which I'd propped against the wall so I could see her while I got ready. "It's not a truce without an orgasm to close the deal." "Isa!" "What? It's true. You deserve some fun after working your butt off these past few weeks." Her keyboard clicks paused, and a distracted expression crossed her face. "Speaking of fun, what do you think my character's signature murder method should be? Poison, strangulation, or good ol' hacking with a butcher's knife?"

But the boys had a reason for meeting me now. They are leaving for something else important. "We're sorry that we're leaving now." "You see, we are members of the school gaming club and we are supposed to watch a Live gaming tournament tonight." "Between the T-Rexes and the Vipers." "Um... Okay," I narrowed my brows, trying to keep a smiling face even though I didn't understand or get their nerdy stuff. They were talking about a national video game tournament that goes on every year. Super popular and cherished by many countries, even ours.

Cornelia pointed out. “I know,” Ryan replied with mock pride. “I wanted to try tennis, but it’s too tiring. I don’t want to sweat. Golf is chill. We’re all redoing something anyway.” “Not me,” Trunks said simply. Alejandro raised a brow. “Oh? What are you doing, then?” “Games.” Suhee looked up. “You did that last year too.” “Yes,” Trunks said, smiling faintly. “But this year I’m entering the video game competition. It’s different.”

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

Jack’s cold eyes revealed a trace of viciousness as he said, “I don’t represent anyone. I just want to play a game with you. The name of this game is called Killing Magic. Do you see the collars on your necks? You can use your hands to touch them. There is a mini bomb inside your collars. It is enough to break your necks. You have thirty minutes to find the final exit. There are many devices that can touch the collars around your necks, but there are many mechanisms in the room. Every choice you make will require you to make a small sacrifice. Now let me see how much you want to live.” Madeleine knelt in the cage. His face was completely twisted. “F*ck! F*ck your mother!” Red lights were fla

Cornelio explaining the simple rule of the game. “What if both of you get hit? Is that mean draw?” ask Hazel. “There will be no draw state in this game, or they will call this game as the name is.” Said Cornelio. “Hmph! Don’t get too cocky!” said Nathan. “The game will be played with that condition, are you ready?” said Cornelio. “Fine, I’ll play your shitty game.” Said Nathan. “Alright.” Said Cornelio. He just shoots Nathan immediately and the game quickly ended like how it started.

I made a huge mistake. David and Kier are not together, and it's apparently a running joke in their circle of friends, they almost die laughing about it every time it comes up. Pricks. "Why are we in the cafeteria?" I ask Sebastian once the maniacal laughter has died down. After my deathmatch with David, he all but drags me to meet the infamous student council to determine my fate. The way he says it, I was half-expecting to be brought into a coliseum with a den full of lions underneath, ready to gobble me up once I'm proven guilty. Instead, I get brought to the cafeteria to 'sit down and behave'. Like a kid. He even gives me a juice box.

Besides, I knew if I didn't follow, she'd find a way to make me pay for it at school. I ran my fingers over the burner phone through my pocket, the weight of it a small comfort. If this goes south, I'm going to have to call Marcus, I thought. We ended up in the library, a quiet sanctuary filled with the school's "elite." They were lounging on grey chairs arranged in a circle, looking like they owned the place. Ethan, the star quarterback, sat next to Victor, the team's wide receiver. Richard, the arrogant Student Council Rep, was nursing a beer beside Vincent, the Council's Vice President.