The Murder Game Book Novels & Stories

“Thanks to you, I’m wanted. Add in that you’ve warned me enough about how you’re going to kill me, or if I try anything you’ll kill me, or that I know you have a bullet for me to eat. I think I’m good.” “Say it.” He held the key above the lock, waiting. I sighed. “I’m not going to try and get away, asshole. No fucking point, anyway.” “Because I’ll kill you,” he said, making sure he stressed again how this game was ending. I folded my arms in front of me. “You’re a broken record, you know that?” “Making sure you know what the stakes are.” I help up one hand. “Death.” Then held up the other. “Kinky sex with some adventure, then death.”

He had no idea he was right in front of me all along and had been running in the wrong direction. It made this all the more pathetic for him as I watched his earthworm-like self writing in pain as he clutched his bleeding knee and head as he cried. The sight of it was pitiful. "Oh Thierry, you know I read a book once, I think it was titled THE ART OF MURDER. I learnt a lot from that book, you know. If I had you back at my home in Italy, I would have taken a page from the book and made sure to kill you with one of my personal favourites. You want to know what it is, Thierry?" I asked him, the sound of my voice getting drowned out by his stupid whimpers

I had no gun, no weapon and I needed to thread cautiously, using my shoulder to shift the door open a little further, I slid into the room easily . Alvarez was not on the bed where I had left him. I tiptoed to the side of the room where I left my gun, but the weapon was not there either. I reached out for my briefcase, and pulled out my other gun, it was a silver semi-automatic short gun my father gifted me a few years ago. My feet carried me to the bathroom door and with one kick I flung it open, my gun pointed at the figure that had pinned Alvarez down. With one blast of my gun, the mans body dropped over Alvarez, his blood splash all over the bathroom wall and floor, my mouth picked a lit

“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.”

So, the police were able to catch him, when he tried to escape by transforming, in the midst of the chases, it was, when they arrested them when they located him, for indecent exposure, he didn't make the work of the detectives easier, he was trying to find out what they knew. He saw a game of chess between him and the police detectives, in which he initially denied it, but he ended up being caught, at that time, the evidence about the crime scene, they had proof of the evidence, they found his fingerprints, which he left into a single object, the damned book above the headboard. Faced with the evidence against him, the man finally confessed that he had killed each of the women, it was a mas

All the things he told me made sense. — He's coming for you, the killer. — How do you know? — Because that's what I would do. — How could you have done that if you've never seen me? A crooked smile formed on his lips. Who said I've never seen you? Do you know who the murderer is? — Maybe. Wolves disguise themselves as sheep, pretty one. Be smart, or you'll end up being eaten. It's all a game to me. If you keep this up, you'll be dead before I finish this book.

I caressed her hair and chuckled, "You know I kick people when I get hurt!" Meggay stared at me blankly but looked away before folding her book and putting the book in my Vanity table. I stared at the book reading 'Who is the traitor?' She was looking at the title in her book before looking at us, "In that book, The classroom consists of 20 people and one of them is the murderer, they have to find the murderer in 20 days or all of them are going to die, they put five suspects gather in the one room, and try to interrogate them, one of them tells that he didn't know what is happening, the second one denies the truth because he was with some of his friends in their dorms, the third one is not

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

We both knew that. He looked at me. He didn’t plead. He wasn’t afraid. There was nothing but certainty behind his eyes. “Live,” he said. The blade moved. I don’t remember drawing it, but I do remember the sound his body made when it hit the floor. I remember the warmth of his blood on my hands. I remember screaming until the mirrors shattered and the maze went silent. The bell tolled. I had won. The Game congratulated me.

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.