The Killer's Game Book Novels & Stories

Hidden in conversation, pieces fell into place. Yet things felt tangled now, more than before. Still, that moment showed just how messy it all got. Allies. Suspects. A man began noticing things he might have missed before. A killer moves through the halls untouched by consequence. Shoulders pulled back, I moved forward through the hall. A step at a time kept me going. The game continued. Far ahead, I stayed - moves piling up without rush. For now.

"Just a notebook full of metaphors for a novel I'm writing. But an accusation of attempted manslaughter? That sticks, Kieran. That gets the police involved." "You wouldn't." "Try me." Elion held out his hand. "Give me the book." Kieran stared at him. He looked at the book. He looked at Elion’s eyes. He saw something there that scared him. He saw the cold, hard resolve of a man who had nothing left to lose. "You're bluffing," Kieran whispered. "I'm a poker player," Elion said. "Call it." Seconds ticked by. The air conditioner hummed.

Cassian’s fingers played with my nipples, pinching and tugging harder, while his other hand guided the gun’s movement inside me, pushing, twisting, pulling—slowly, torturously. “Now you’re wet…” he murmured, voice low, cruelly amused. “I still have more questions… But we will play a game.” His tone came dark. “What kind of game master?” My trembling voice asked. “It is called Russian Roulette,” he said, and my heart dropped… I’ve heard about this deadly game before. The one where a revolver holds a single bullet, and players take turns pulling the trigger, hoping the chamber is empty. The one where someone always loses.

“I'll deal with this one way or another.” “It's a game of chess, Scarlet. You'll choose between being killed or being the killer.” Scarlet replied. “Well, It's a good game. I'd rather be the killer.”

“I read it here before about a case. Your case, Cassidy, is rare. Extremely rare.” “Yes, it is. I’m obviously aware of that.” Zarion drew a breath and Elliot’s eyes and mine met, a silent nod reflected that he’s very much aware that Zarion was aware of that too. Elliot flipped the pages of the book, written in a language I did not bother to understand. Not even a single try.

The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin. "Did you not hear me the first time?" The man's hot, wet breath fanned across my face. My stomach turned. "I said get on the fucking floor, bitch." His dark eyes gleamed with malice. Some criminals were all bravado. They just wanted to snatch the goods and leave without actualy killing anyone. But the man in front of me? He wouldn't hesitate to murder someone in cold blood. He looked like he was itching for it. The drumming of my heart reached a fever pitch.

Alissa quickened her pace. A scene of destruction met her eyes. Kimberly's home had been ransacked. A trail of blood led into the kitchen. She followed it, being careful where she stood. She could place the smell now, it was death. She knelt beside Kimberly's body. Alissa begun to shake “Luca!” she pushed her mind to him “Luca, Kimberly's dead!” “I'm on my way, is Michael there?” “I don't think so”.

he murmured. “Cut it out. There’s nothing so ‘chessy’ about the mafia. It’s just a usual game,” she replied with a faint smirk. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlet took a deep breath before stepping into the room to face Cassius. Her chest rose and fell steadily, as if steeling herself for war like a soldier preparing to confront a former predator. She hesitated at the doorway, her eyes scanning the dim hallway before crossing the threshold into a secluded place.