The Murder Game Book Novels & Stories

His hair was short with a little curl in it. "You got my book yet?" He asked very eagerly. His book order was late for the third time. But finally, it arrived. "Actually yes it is. It came in this morning. Let me go grab it." I walked to the storage room that I had them build in while I was renovating the place. Once I grabbed his book called The Host. I walked back in to see him aiming a gun at me. The book dropped out of my hands and I slowly put my hands up in the air.

he asks, his nostrils flare, and I swear I can see an invisible steam pipe out from his ears. "Antonio!" Natasha stands from her seat, "Let's go out and talk, let's not do this here please," she whispers, we're already drawing attention as it seems. "Yeah, you're damn right. What are you doing with her? Speaking about that murderer huh?" he looks at the table, the pictures of my dad and his, and scoffs, "Or, those murderers rather." "No one is a murderer Antonio, go home," she faces him. "Murderers?" I ask

One call will begin the unraveling of everything they hold dear. But first, I need to find Miller. My old partner in crime. My former lover. My greatest betrayer. He thinks hiding from me will save him. He's about to learn how very wrong he is. The game begins now. (NOTE: THE BABY ARIA WAS PREGNANT WITH IN THE END OF BOOK 1 WON’T BE ADDED IN BOOK 2. IT JUST FOCUS MORE ON JESSICA REVENGE) THANKS CHAPTER 1: BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

Killing a woman who posts no threats to her is too much. As the hired man approached Marie Arnold, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit alleyway, he felt a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had always been killing, and this is the same feeling he always feels whenever he is about to kill someone. He knew what he had been tasked to do, but as he drew closer to his target, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

It was during one of these quiet afternoons that she discovered the old, tattered book tucked away in a forgotten corner of the library. The Reflection Game The book was bound in faded leather, its cover unmarked except for the faint impression of a circular design. Anna’s curiosity got the better of her, and she opened it, flipping through pages filled with strange symbols and cryptic passages. “What’s that?” Mia’s voice startled her. Anna looked up to see Mia and Ryan standing over her. “I don’t know,” she admitted, showing them the book. “I found it in the library. It’s called The Reflection Game.”

He even raised a corgi, a dream of mine, and surrounded himself with plushies, just as I had wished. He went further, staging a grand wedding, a fantasy of mine, and introducing me to his family and friends. It was as if he'd known my deepest desires all along, only to deny them. George burst into the hall halfway through the wedding. "You and your lover killed Holly! How dare you throw a wedding with Holly now? This is appalling. "I've killed Marie. You need to pay the price as her accomplice! If the law cannot bring you to justice, I will do it for Holly!"

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to. When I was about to take it, a hand took in a fraction of seconds from behind me, where the book was on top. I turned to see him almost touching my body. His hands are still above me, having the book in his hands. He never forgets to give a death glare at me though I never crossed into his places. “I chose that book first.” I said, with a daring look. “I took that book first.” He smiled with a smirk. “You never come to libraries.” I said.

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

He doesn’t walk like an elephant. Marie emerges from the dissipating smoke. She doesn’t look happy. “That’s why I asked him to hit your head.” I take slow steps backwards. I should be running, but I am curious. “What is the connection with the book? That book was fiction. I completed the game and came out of it. Why do you want to kill me for that? I don’t mean harm to anyone in this world.” “You didn’t come alone,” She replies as she bends down, putting her fours on the snow. Then, she stretches her neck again, moving her jaw in a clockwise direction. “The key. The key.”