The Killing Games Book Novels & Stories

I made my way to the window and grabbed my phone. In there, a couple of my friends had sent me videos of what had happened. We couldn’t hear what the girls had been talking about, but then, I noticed that Isabella had a gun up, and Katherine had tried to save her, but it had being too late. I bit my lips. The fuck would anyone do such a thing? I hated her even more for doing this in front of Katherine. Was I sad about Isabella’s death? I honestly didn’t give a fuck. A lot of people has died in my life, but what I was mad about was how she died.

"Terminate the Alfred family and finally take all they own." The heading was clear, bold, and chilling. Lillian's hands trembled as she flipped through the pages, her eyes widening with each line. The book detailed a methodical plan to eliminate her family, step by step. Each death that had occurred was written with meticulous detail, a gruesome blueprint of murder and deceit. Her heart pounded as she read further. The realization hit her like a freight train—Katherine was behind it all. She was the murderer. And the next target was clear: their father.

Mary Sue replies. She’s partly right. I haven’t killed anyone since the senator, and let’s just say that he only barely fixed my itch for blood (especially as I blacked out for the actual killing part . . . ) However, what is really irritating is knowing Nick Jin or one of his cronies is lurking in the shadows somewhere in our hotel, randomly picking off hotel guests just to mess with me.

To look at his dark eyes and hover over the emotions that should be alive. Then, I realized, there is nothing. No emotions are alive, for his eyes right now symbolizes death. “ Do I?” He pretends to be thinking. “ Killing is a game for me, baby.” I beam at him. “ A game?” He nods. “ A survival game,” he added. “ If I won’t kill, they will kill me. It’s better to deliver death than to die, right?” “ W-Why are you living like this?” Thoughts run down my system. Living with Giovanni had me question every bit of theories that I have on how a human should live. I felt pathetic hearing his words and not doing anything about it.

But… she became compromised… I couldn’t spot it from afar. And she knew too much to live, so… I did the smartest thing I could. Kill her while also framing Adeline. Killling two birds wuth a single stone. I moved back to the desk and set the coffee down. “And what about the scene?” “Constructed as requested. Indicators point toward emotional confrontation escalating.” “Good.” Adeline would hate that most of all. Not being accused. Being made ordinary. Reduced to jealousy, panic, violence. People love believing elegant women are one bad night away from becoming vulgar.

This makes her fall off balance, leaving most of her body exposed to me. I channel my power and kick her in the stomach as hard as I can. She flies backward, tumbling over the staircase, her mouth and eyes wide and silent with surprise. Hacking and coughing, I scramble on all fours to the side of the stairs. Elena lies below, right next to Hank's body. She doesn't move. The sick truth sets in, and I fall backwards onto my butt. I've killed her.

They weren’t here to negotiate. They were here to take her. To kill Killian. Her stomach twisted, nausea creeping in as she heard the sickening thud of a body hitting the floor. Elena peeked over the edge, her eyes locking onto the gruesome scene unfolding before her. Killian was a demon in a suit. His movements were swift, calculated. Every shot was a kill shot. He didn’t waste bullets. Didn’t hesitate. The cold, ruthless precision sent a shiver down her spine. This wasn’t just survival.

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

" I couldn't help but laugh. I wasn't sure if Mom and Dad had actually lost it, but Alice definitely had. I pulled out my phone and called them to come pick Alice up. "If it weren't for you—if you'd just paid up—there wouldn't be any need for a mortgage!" Dad shouted at Grandma, jabbing his finger at her. Mom tried to calm him down with a hug. "Arguing with them is pointless. They don't even understand what life and death really mean. They're just selfish." Then, she grabbed Alice, trying to pull her away, but Alice yelled, "Well, just take Grandma's bankbook! All her money's ours when she dies, isn't it?"

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.