Novel & Cerita The Killer's Game Book

Suddenly Samantha laid down on the floor, which means she got killed by a militant. One thing they know is that they are running as fast as they could while closing their eyes a little bit because a smile could kill them. They entered the room with Gerald and four other colleagues. They stopped first checking if one of them could be the Killer, or a militant because a militant can also kill them out of doubt. Nobody is doing a wrong move, so Alex, Grace, and Sarah joined them. In just a few minutes, Sarah finished the game. Gerald got caught. He is the Killer. He got caught by Sarah because when he smiled at Grace, he wasn't fast enough.

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes, this was Zen the gamer - their

Natzy stared at him, her mind racing. "And we're hunted," Kyle continued. "By our own crimes." "What does that mean?" Natzy demanded. "You'll see soon enough." Before she could press further, the woman in the business suit called out to Naro. "How do you know this is a game?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope. Naro straightened, trying to look confident. "I'm a game developer. I recognize the structure. The timer, the trials, the rules. It's all designed like a survival game."

The man lets out a wheezing laugh until his wife digs an elbow into his ribs. Relief washes over me when the lock flashes green. I plod into the suite like an exhausted laborer. Dealing with Zlliot Lukeson is more draining than a three-day turf war. He was playing a game all night—a game of shadows and ledgers—and I walked right into his trap. My first instincts were right. He is dangerous. But it’s not just the knife. It’s the eyes. I get it now. Tonight wasn't just a pickup; it was predator versus predator. I wasn't drawn to him out of pure lust. It was the violent recognition one killer has for another. A recognition of kind.

“The killer—whoever they are—already staged Azar’s death to frame Zev. If Zev rots in a cell, the killer won’t risk another prison break. Too messy. No, they’ll find something fun. A spectacle. If Zev dies, it won’t be in chains. It’ll be in a way that keeps everyone watching.” Killian cursed under his breath. “You’re gambling with blood.” “I’m calculating,” I corrected him. “And until I know whose hand is moving the pieces, I need the board to stay intact.” Killian exhaled heavily on the other end of the line. “Fine. I’ll drag Varrick out. Meet you down there.” The call ended. I grabbed the whiskey bottle, refilling my glass halfway before finishing it in one gulp. The heat burned, but clar

"You are going to seduce him. Get him to a hotel I already booked. Room 447 at the Hotel Belvedere. I will text you the details. You do exactly what I tell you—blindfold him, use his handcuffs for his hands, he always has one with him. I also left extra handcuffs in the drawer beside the bed for his legs, and leave the rest to me. Then you leave when I tell you to leave." "And that's it?" “Account details please?” Karma requested. Mia called out her account details for Karma. "That's it." Karma transferred five thousand euros. Showed her the screen. "Half now. Half when it's done." Mia stared at the number. Her hand shook as she pulled out her own phone, checked her account. Her eyes went wi

“Everything’s a game, isn’t it? You of all people should know that.” He took a step forward, then another, until the distance between them was scorching. “You had no idea what you were doing, did you?” She tilted her head, mocking curiosity. “You’ll have to be more specific. I’ve done a lot lately.” He grabbed the book from her lap and hurled it across the room. It slammed against the wall and thudded to the floor. Ayra blinked, startled—but her composure snapped back instantly. “Oh, so it’s tantrum hour. Infinitely charming, really.”

“I kill like a bitch too.” “You’re having fun,” He said. “Aren’t you?” “Yes, I am.” Her voice was also unexpected. Soft and elegantly feminine. Nothing he would’ve have imagined coming from such a deadly person. “Are we done?” He asked. “Do you even have a plan?” “Not a plan, but I do have a game.” She cracked her neck and kept both daggers on her sides. “I heard you love games.” “I do. What’s this one called?"

"Err....." I looked awkwardly to the side to avoid the new kid’s gaze. What does he want from me? He was giving me an intense look that made me feel uncomfortable in my seat. "Gabriella." He says. I was surprised and yet curious about how he knew my name that I stuttered. "W-What?" Maybe I was just hearing things. No way can he know my name. Unless he asked someone about it. "The killer smile. I am looking for a girl named Gabriella the killer smile." He said

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.