The Murder Game Book Novels & Stories

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.” Fiel was stunned as he heard the announcement. “Game of Fangs and Death… Alpha Pharoah? What kind of place or the world I have been thrown from that oubliette?” he thought hastily. His life has been a total mess since the day that he was accused of raping and k

The noise made me realize that's their only one solution that I could think of: To play a morality game, a game which I then decided to call the Termination Game. "If you all really want to put an end to this…. who cares if someone is dying," I nonchalantly said without hesitation. Everything went south from there. I knew it wouldn't end well, and because of that little spark of an idea, Mom was found out to be a murderer.

Emma could feel him even before she saw him. His alluring cologne, the warmth of his body, the intensity of his stare on her back. A wave of shivers traveled down her spine as she heard the faint click of the lock. The poor girl stiffened knowing what awaited her. Soon his footsteps grew louder and her heart began to beat faster. As she heard the subtle rustle of his clothes, she clasped the expensive fabric of her dress a little too tightly in nervousness. He was getting undressed. Her body tensed, hazel eyes shut in sheer dread.

"What do you take me for, a pauper?" "I take you for a person without scruples." He shoves the cash back into his wallet. "Come on, Wendy. She's faking us out. She doesn't know where Igor is." As much as I want to get away from this woman now, I also don't want to leave the bookshop. It's cozy and warm, and I'm so tired. I just want to curl up on a chair like the cat. Alec is probably right, though. She's just yanking us around. I turn, following him to the door.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

“You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand,” he demanded, voice strained and low. “Why are you so scared of that bastard, Millie? What’s he got over you?” Her chest heaved as she fought to contain herself, but the desperation in his gaze finally broke through her walls. With a choked sob, she blurted out, “Because I’m a murderer! I killed a man, and Francis has a video recording of it!” *** AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading. Just wanted to inform you guys that this book will probably be coming to an end soon, and I'm already tearing up. I'm so thankful to everyone who has supported me up to this point. Thank you!

"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.

“Happy? You think you can just waltz in here and replace your old life with this fairy tale? You’re deluding yourself. Everything good that happens here is a lie. And I’m going to make sure you see that, murderer.” Murderer ? Me ? I'm not a murder. I was unconscious back then. Though I was the only suspect but ... Murderer.... Murderer.... Am I ? I lost my words but I retorted . "What do you know about me ? You have always believed what you wanted to"! He let out a short laugh " you need a book from the library it catches fire ,you go to have dinner ,the lunch lady is fired your a monster, You are miserable and you ruin everything you touch ."

he murmured. “Cut it out. There’s nothing so ‘chessy’ about the mafia. It’s just a usual game,” she replied with a faint smirk. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlet took a deep breath before stepping into the room to face Cassius. Her chest rose and fell steadily, as if steeling herself for war like a soldier preparing to confront a former predator. She hesitated at the doorway, her eyes scanning the dim hallway before crossing the threshold into a secluded place.