Novel & Cerita The Game Must Go On

I turned my gaze into something else to avoid seeing his naked body. Tobi chuckled, seeing me turn my gaze into something else. “It was okay, though I have something to tell you,” I replied. His forehead creased before sitting on the edge of the bed while he fiddled with his phone. “What about?” Tobi asked. “I think we have to rush the wedding as soon as possible.”

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

"But what about the game, Trent? We can't just stop now. We're so close to the end." Trenton sighed heavily. "It won't be cancelled. Declan will fix it and the game will continue later." "But what about us?" Trenton looked into my eyes. "Is the game more important to you than your health, Deena? If you get hurt, who will take care of your mother? This won't affect the result much. We can still join the activity. They will have to choose any game that you can play." "I feel like it was ruined because of me."

However, his eyes remain focused on the future. "Today, we need to discuss our marriage matters, Seina. Just you and me." "Damn it!" ~Next Chapter~ ________________ ____________________

I opened my eyes again, staring at the screen. At the building. At the heat signatures. At the trap waiting for us. “This isn’t just about the past,” I said quietly. Jason nodded. “He’s still playing.” I tightened my grip on the table. “Then we end the game.” Silence settled. Heavy. Certain. Tomorrow night— We walk in. And this time— We don’t let him walk away.

I pressed her, "Still not telling the truth?" Her eyes were blank, and she stared at me for a long time. Finally, she nodded. "If Leanne sees the video, she'd definitely make a scene and ask for a divorce. But we know you love Leanne, so you'll probably choose to give us money just to make the matter go away." She hugged my leg, tears streaming down her face. "We had no other choice. If we don't pay them back, they'll kill us. Please, Cyril. I know that as long as you agree, you can help us get through this." My heart turned cold when I heard this. Sure enough, there was a knife above every head, and there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Her face darkened even if I was not uttering any words to defend myself from her stupid outburst. "Participants, enough," the host said when he noticed the commotion. If I was not mistaken, he was the Beta of the Cameron pack—the host of this annual event. "You can continue talking when the game is done—only if you survive the game." The crowd fell silent when they understood what he was saying. Everyone knew that this blood-thirst game was not easy. "I know that you all know how this game is played but let me explain the new mechanics for a change."

Tony appeared, calm and unbothered, dressed simply in a black shirt and trousers, his gaze locking on me like he was already ahead of everything else. “It’s an hour to the game, we don’t have all day. Let’s go.” His voice was flat, final. Without waiting for a response, he turned away. Something in my chest snapped into motion. I grabbed my phone off the countertop beneath the mirror and hurried after him. --- Kingston Arena— The Big Game. The roar hit me long before the stadium came into view.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”