The Killing Games Book Novels & Stories

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The wooden floor creaked under her weight. “Hey, you. Wake up and start working. We do not have time for your acting when the Harrigans are coming to visit.” she said in a grudging tone. The Harrigans. Victoria’s heart tightened the moment she heard the name. That name had been the beginning of her ruined life. The start of her nightmares. The darkness that destroyed her future. She had been accused of seducing that man, and after that her reputation fell into the mud. Just thinking about it made her shiver. That man had died. She had killed him herself after she came out of prison, right before she was sentenced to death. So how could he be alive now?

And here we are. "You still want to be alive?" he nods his head. "Okay," he looked at me shocked. "Thank you, thank you." I got up and make my way to drake. Drake raised his brows looking at me curiously. "So you’re going to let him live?" I scoffed then quickly raised my gun and shot Mr. Ricci at his head sending blood flying everywhere. Bet he didn’t see that coming. I turned to the drake, he looked at me in disbelief. "What? I need drama." Every time we go out for a mission I always go for the interesting kill rather than the basic and simple one.

Why did he make it seem like he ‘cared’? She shuddered at the thought, her appetite lost but taking an apple nonetheless she threw open her shoes and being careful to not step into the blood of the mongrel she had killed she moved out of the room and towards the bedroom again. “So this is the kind of job that you do.” She mused looking back at Alastor who was watching her carefully with his piercing beautiful eyes. For a second she lost her train of thoughts but catching on she continued, “I always thought that there was no way in hell that successful people were all innocent. To be standing on top of the predator list you must have to kill and see I was right about that!”

The grip on my jacket vanished entirely, his eyes glassing over as his chin dropped against his collar. I stared down at his unmoving face, the sudden stillness of his chest louder than any explosion Roman could ever launch against my walls. The Valak estate was burning, the sirens were screaming into the midnight air, and I was kneeling in the blood of my own nephew. I knew the war was no longer about territory or contracts. It was about execution. I held on you Nathaniel even tighter. It should have been me.

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.

"You found the library." Zade's voice. Of course. "Yes," I said, still not looking up. "I found it." "Finding everything you need?" "Yes." Silence. I could feel him standing there, watching me. Could feel the weight of his gaze. "What are you reading?" he asked. "A book." "I can see that. What book?" I finally looked up, holding up the cover so he could see. "Murder mystery. Detective thriller. Nothing interesting." His eyes scanned the cover, then moved to my face. "You like mysteries?"

The room was very quiet. He stood up. He walked to the window and stood with his back to me, looking at the grey corridor wall outside. I waited. "Claudia Hart," he said quietly. Not a question, processing it. "Yes." "She killed Khalid." "She told me she did." "And she has been running the games since." "Yes." He turned around.

he said casually, leaning back. “What do you mean nobody knows? You claim to know everything!” Ryan took a sip of whiskey, eyes glinting. “Yes, I know everything… except that. Only Trunks knows who’s behind him. That person owns the game—moves every pawn. We don’t even know if it’s a man or woman, but rumors say he’s fearless, cruel, and terrifyingly strategic. He’s the reason H and Sash became twice as powerful after Mr. and Mrs. Choi died.”

Jack’s cold eyes revealed a trace of viciousness as he said, “I don’t represent anyone. I just want to play a game with you. The name of this game is called Killing Magic. Do you see the collars on your necks? You can use your hands to touch them. There is a mini bomb inside your collars. It is enough to break your necks. You have thirty minutes to find the final exit. There are many devices that can touch the collars around your necks, but there are many mechanisms in the room. Every choice you make will require you to make a small sacrifice. Now let me see how much you want to live.” Madeleine knelt in the cage. His face was completely twisted. “F*ck! F*ck your mother!” Red lights were fla