The Firetruck Game Novels & Stories

I was busy building heaps when the house behind the house exploded I left what I was doing and ran home..It was such a bad day😣😣 Lucy followed me back to the land very early the next day A little part of the land was affected by the flames and the other part was spared I heard the voice of a woman groaning in pains. At first I thought it was from the burnt house but the house was rusticated..The sound continued and we checked around the farm Fortunately we found a woman laying helpless on the floor,Her face was badly burnt,She was groaning in pains and slowly loosing her life..

We began to fire at each other but my team dogged every bullet. “We’ve got a problem, Alpha,” a warrior named Finn reported, his voice tight. “They’ve got heavy armor.” “Focus on the tires,” I ordered. “Shoot at the tires and disable the truck.” After it took a few bullets, the truck swerved, as its tires shredded. I watched it crash into the quarry wall and heaved a sigh. We secured the cargo, and found the crates filled with rifles, grenades, and other deadly weapons. “Third truck approaching,” Caleb’s voice reported through the mind link.

“Nope. Real as it gets.” A sudden timer blared, making her jump. Without hesitation, he extended his hand. She hesitated for a moment before slipping her small hand into his. The game… The hallway stretched out with five identical doors. Lucas tightened his grip on Sophia’s hand, muttering, “Trust your senses.” The bell echoed, and he paused at the first door. Nothing smelled, off. He reached for the handle, but Sophia yanked him back, pointing to a faint discolored line on the floor. “Trap,” she whispered. They moved to the second door. Lucas opened it, jerking Sophia to the side as arrows shot out, narrowly missing them.

To be precise, it was Simon who had smashed open my front door with his men and slaughtered their way through. Sally, Serena McFadden, and the rest of my crew had died from stray bullets. I had broken down, screaming again and again, "I didn't hurt her!" Simon had ignored me and coldly pressed a button in his hand. With a deafening boom, the three core armories I had bled to build were gone in an instant. In this life, I didn't want him anymore, and I wouldn't hurt Giara. I just wanted everyone to live.

Every last broken, emotionally constipated one of them. A love like mine. Granted … knowing this particular group of stubborn, traumatized, testosterone-driven idiots … it’s probably going to be about as easy as herding caffeinated wolves through a glass factory. But hey. I like a challenge. My eyes shift to the side when a bright flash of red catches my attention. A fire truck sits beside the house. Station 34. Several firefighters stand nearby, arms folded casually like they’re waiting for some arson event. One of them walks up to the car as Alejandro and I step out.

Even though he had infinite fuel and didn't need it, Jake wasn't disappointed. He didn't need it. But other players did. In a survival game where your vehicle was everything, Universal Fuel was liquid gold—incredibly valuable. Over the next while, Jake drove his motorhome along the Zombie Wasteland highway, sweeping up every supply crate he came across. … Meanwhile, on the same stretch of road, other players were losing their minds. "Where are all the crates?! This game's rigged! If you want me dead, just kill me already!"

Mack's voice brought her attention back to the present. Jane brought her head up and looked to where Mack was staring. Her lips parted and tears instantly filled her eyes. The truck slowed and finally stopped. A young woman stood several feet away on the side of the road looking at the truck with unalarmed curiosity. A large tan dog was frolicking around in the field off to her side. "Look at her..." Jane said, her voice drifting off. "I am," Mack replied grimly, never taking his eyes off her.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

Dedicated To; °To Whoever Reading This° ♣️♟️♠️ *You Can Fight Love But you Will lose* Bille Elish ~ Bad Guy🙃 The flaring heat of this tiny room. The continuous dropping of water droplets from the aged old kitchen sink. The uncomfortable stench of blood, sweat, and cocaine makes my body itch. My right leg which I drape over my left begins to wiggle impatiently, a tick passed on to me by my dearest father.

I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me. He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fir