The Last Blade Game Novels & Stories

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

I look at him and scoffed. " I can't eat with my hands tied," I reply to him. " Well, that's your problem." He said and walked away from the room. " Hey, come back here..." I called out, but he has already left the room. I huff and remove my shoes, using my toes to pick up the knife placed there... They even put complete cutleries. How the hell am I supposed to use that with my hands tied?? Succeeding with that, I drop the knife on my thighs and make the knife way to my back, slowly using it to cut it off. I stop halfway when I hear someone open the door. The door creaks and someone walks in.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

One moved toward the entrance, another to the emergency exit and a third began opening cases, scanning through the valuables they had already gathered. Blade stepped down from the stage. Closer now. Raina’s breath hitched. Her grip on Aaron’s hand became desperate. “I said nobody gets hurt,” Blade said, voice low, as he walked past trembling guests. “But if one more person tests my patience… I’ll make an example.” The room seemed to hold its breath. Then Blade stopped… right in front of them. Raina couldn’t breathe. She felt the barrel of his stare even through the mask. He looked at Aaron, then at her, very slowly and calculated.

"Ruby my dad is there for me no matter what, and I'm very proud of him and how far he's come without my mom" "I know you won't give up. As much as I hate to say this, but at some kind point you'll need a mother figure and I know you're going to deny it anyway" "You're crossing the line, Ruby" "So now I'm crossing the line? What have you been doing for the last 3 years? Well, it's not crossing the line, if you casually accuse me of something, you know nothing about" "Ruby I didn't start the rumour, I didn't even believe the person I trusted the most. Till you planned an ambush against him"

She won't just be facing one Cutthroat but 3: A gunslinger, A slayer, and a slicer. One is already hard enough to be defeat in her current state. She barely able to move her limbs, plus her vision turned blurred once again. One in the middle, a young adult holding the sword uttered. “You give us a hard time to find you. Thankfully, someone informed us you are here and give us a perfect picture of your unmask face far from this girl in this pic.” he threw it to Zitrey that fell precisely in front of her foot. It was her old photo as Crimson Blade that only higher-ups can hold.

The comment about his backyard. The man’s breath came in ragged gasps, his defiance wavering under the weight of agony. “Please… I… I can’t—” Nero pressed the blade to his throat, not cutting, just resting there, but with an expression that told the prisoner that he would not hesitate to stick the knife in his jugular if he failed to tell him what he wanted to hear. “Can’t? Or won’t? There’s a difference. One gets you mercy, the other gets you…” He tapped the knife lightly, the gesture almost playful. “…creative endings.”

Darkness surrounds me. My body pulls against the restraints, but nothing seems to work. My eyes look across the room, seeing the things. Growling, I pull harder and watch as people move around me. “Before you return it, we need more samples.” I watch his body walk to mine, the needle piercing through me. Growling, I snap forward, but it’s useless. I’m locked in. “Cut some skin off.” He turns as he speaks. I feel the blade slice across me. Howling, I fight, but it’s useless. Darkness sweeps away the images.

I can’t believe that I let him in our bed. I closed my eyes and begged the Goddess to help me. My chest tightened, and for a moment, there was nothing but fear. Then, deep inside, I felt a small surge of fire flicker to life. I opened my eyes just as Liam let his guard down, gloating. With shaky hands, I pivoted quickly and grabbed his wrist, catching him by surprise. He tried to jerk away, but I twisted with all my strength, prying the blade from his grip. The blade bit into both our palms, and hot blood dripped onto the cold metal. Suddenly, the blood shimmered and ignited, turning the blade into a fiery weapon in my hand. Liam stumbled backward, his eyes wide in disbelief and anger, not e