Surviving The Game Book Novels & Stories

Maybe I could survive this deadly game. Either way, the stakes were clear. And the game was just beginning.

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 said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

I also modified the name of the game, tricking everyone into believing that we would be trying to survive a plant apocalypse. Meanwhile, Riley pretended to be the center of attention. She urged everyone to ostracize me while also constantly reinforcing the false hypothesis that the game was a plant apocalypse. She also made sure to turn the male colleagues against each other. Everyone treated her as the source of trouble in her past life, so she decided to become the real thing after she was reborn. She was determined to make them pay for their own choices. The ding sound of a bell echoed through the air. "Congratulations, Molly Hampton and Riley Johnson, for successfully conquering the last

Two of the boys stared at me with pure hatred. Alarm shot through me. I instinctively turned to leave, but Dominic blocked the doorway. "Where are you going? You just got back. Vanessa even made chili. Put your stuff down and come eat." He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the living room. She disappeared into the kitchen, then returned carrying a pot of violently bubbling red broth. My heart pounded like a drum. I remembered how, in my last life, that scalding chili had been dumped over me, burning my skin open, and the pain had been unbearable. Was I really unable to escape it again?

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter” ************************* Re-entering the Bloodlust games was never an option in Kiara’s life. But when revenge is on the line and both she and Richard are forced into them, they have nothing to do but survive, for it was either play and live. Or die…

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter” ************************* Re-entering the Bloodlust games was never an option in Kiara’s life. But when revenge is on the line and both she and Richard are forced into them, they have nothing to do but survive, for it was either play and live. Or die…

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”

Mike thought to himself. However, after giving it some thought, he grinned at his conclusion. If he hadn't purchased a weapon and carried out a thorough search of the body he'd found, he wondered what would have become of him. He was scared by the possibilities. “So this is the underground game that only 10% of beta players survived... I guess a few of them must have died so early on because they were careless and could not adjust to the situation.” While making a final inspection of the body in front of him, Mike let the thoughts creep into his head.