Novel & Cerita The Killing Games Book

Keira chanted to herself, moments before her cool trigger finger squeezed, releasing the bullet of her first kill from her gun. The Eye of Imperium looked different today, tainted by bodies and blood. How many times had Keira walked through those doors with her head held high? Now as her brothers and sisters in arms fought for different ideals, pumped lead into each other and pierced skin like they were strangers, every bit of her questioned how she was still standing. As she watched the life leave the king of murder's eyes, an almost angelic smile graced his face when he realized who had been his undoing.

She nodded her head over to Killian and we once again returned our gaze to the Boss. Killian didn't say anything for a few moments. He continued taking a sip of the coffee from the mug, and the living room went as quieter than it should. Was he pissed? I don't give a fuck if he was anyway—they called mortals slaves, even though I would have to agree some humans were disgusting, no way would I be called a fucking slave! "Ronan," Killian called as he slowly took the mug away from his lips. "Do you want to go to hell again to experience how it feels to burn?" His gaze was on the guy on his left side.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

"Iris, keeping Eliza around is a disaster waiting to happen. Jack's death was no accident." "I know," I replied calmly. "But what she's best at is pretending to be weak and getting others to protect her. Killing her now would only panic everyone. If she's going to die, it has to be after we strip off that mask of hers and let her fall apart in front of everyone." Alec nodded, about to say something else, when a soft knock suddenly sounded at the door. 'Knock. Knock. Knock.' Slow, deliberate, carrying a hint of hesitation—and something suggestive.

"But when I found out you were planning to sacrifice our pup to be a scapegoat for that whore Sarah…" I leaned in close, my voice a whisper only he could hear. "I would rather kill him with my own hands," I said, my voice utterly devoid of warmth, "than let him become a pawn in your disgusting game." "You… you're a monster…" Lucas's lips were white, his body shaking uncontrollably. He finally understood what he had lost. It wasn't for Sarah. It wasn't for the greater good. He, himself, had driven his own mate to kill their pup. He had turned his strongest warrior into this vengeful creature.

I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game! [‘Me and My Ghost Grandkids’, the big family-feels reality special, just dropped!] [Bro, this horror game just turned into a cozy grandma sitcom! And I’m obsessed!] [Horror games aren’t just slashes and scares. There are some heartwarming scenes too!] [Grandma’s a real life coach… No, a ghost-life coach!] [The scene is so heartwarming! I hereby rename this level ‘Cozy Dorm: Grandma and Her Ghost Grandkids’!]

he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read." "Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for." "I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents." "A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said. Master left to shower. I wondered if he'd return naked or be uncomfortable in front of his sister. She looked at me expectantly. "It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent."

I eased the door open and spotted a lone guard across the hall and through the doorway, flipping through a book on the shelf. So that’s why we got in so easily—this idiot’s slacking off. I inched the door open, soundlessly approaching him from behind. “Think he’s snooping?” Cece asked, amused. With a smile, I snuck up behind him, reached up, twisted, and snapped his neck. It’s been a while since I’ve killed like this—efficient, bloodless, leaving no trace behind. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever snapped this many necks in a single day.

Katrina was waiting impatiently for him to speak. "You saw it right... Aurora is the killer... She has killed many people" He got up and poured a glass of water for himself. Katrina shook her head in disbelief. "But why and how? It's so unrealistic and___" Her eyes fell on the book which Aurora is trying to read. "This book!.." She quickly grabbed it,.

You either died or killed whoever was controlling the chips. “El, show him the diaries, I have to go see someone.” I was only half there, my mind someplace else, so my words were mumbled and strained. I couldn’t let Kellen die. No, the moon goddess could not be that cruel. I ran out of the library, rushing through the corridors so fast that my hair had come unpinned and was wildly flying behind me. The book was grasped in one hand while the other lifted my long lemon tunic dress so I wouldn’t trip on it while I was running.