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They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

That’s right, Davina has a severe problem with Pedophilia. “Sir Lorieoux Allein Revoltoir vs. Saxxon Eleazar Revoltoir, the two shall fight until the other one is dead, the strong shall survive and the weak shall perish! Let us begin the match!” the referee announced, I unsheathe my sword as he took out his daggers. I moved into position and he threw his daggers, I dodged the daggers and then I rushed forward to take him off guard. I saw him move out of his position, I took the opportunity and I slashed both of his arms.

Just remember that one day, I'll return the humiliation you gave me today a thousand times over! I couldn't be bothered to argue with him and turned back to the spectator stand. Meanwhile, Harken barely stepped onto the arena within the three-minute mark. The werewolf pack was massive, having developed over thousands of years with countless members. Among them, there were over a thousand young males around 20 years old. Werewolf battles had no fancy tricks. There were just brute power clashes. There were very few rules too. One lost the match if one was knocked off the arena.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

Meeting Dante. Life events, big and smalI, that'd shaped me into who and where I was today. How many more of those did I have left, if any? Pressure squeezed the oxygen from my lungs. Get down. But I couldn't. Thud. Thud. Thud. He was here. The last thud finally kicked my fight or flight into high gear. My body jerked, a gasp of life in the face of death, but it was too late. The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin.

I found myself in a stark white room packed with people. The system's robotic voice announced, "Welcome, all 100 players, to the Survival of the Poorest. Starting funds: 50 dollars. Objective: Survive 7 days inside the game. The winner gets 1 million dollars in prize money! Overspending, dying, or stepping outside the designated area will be treated as a forfeit, and you will carry one million dollars in debt." Then, with a sly tone, it continued, "Now then, do any cowards want to back out?"

A mechanical voice sounded, "Welcome to the Family of Four game instance. Please play your role as "Mom." "Clear condition: Survive 10 days and safely board the plane back to the real world. Players: 100. Survivors: 100. "Your real-world body is currently in a vegetative state. Only clearing the game will wake you. Death in-game means real death. Enjoy your stay." I was a housewife on my way back from grocery shopping when the car accident happened. When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world.

After we left, the healer asked, "Why didn't you tell her? He's with someone else now. Doesn't even remember her." I sighed. "Ever heard of a kind lie? People need something to hold onto— even if it's fake." The healer opened his mouth to reply— Then that eerie voice cut through: [Initial players: 30. Current survivors: 5.] Only five left. We traded looks. That meant just two players were still alive between floors 9 through 1. Yeah—bad feeling, loud and clear. I took the lead. The healer stuck close. The dragon tamer watched our backs.

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

"More like everything. I've sent you the information." "Oh great. Thank you. I owe you one." "No problem. See you later." "Of course." I cut the call and immediately went through the information he had indeed sent already. It was spectacular. Everything I needed in one great detail, and I sure as hell knew I was onto something when I saw that just one person from the three people I had seen that night at the facility was alive. The guy in black. Or Blade, as that was the name he was known by in the underground world.