The Murder Game Book Novels & Stories

I push her out of the way and run out of the bathroom, grabbing my bathrobe and whipping it on. My mind is screaming to go find someone sane. I burst out of the master suite. The hallway is silent, and I don’t slow down, running past the guest room, heading for the main lounge where I might find somebody. And weirdly, there are no footsteps behind me. Did she collapse? Whatever I grabbed wasn’t enough to… stun her. Or is she dead? Jesus, Peyton, focus. Find Brad. Brad is calm. Brad is sensible. He is too normal for this kind of psycho murder attempt.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

“He said something in the kitchen once. About my writing. It hurt. I know that. But the words are… gone. Like someone erased the caption and left the picture.” A weird, disorienting lightness had opened in my chest. Not relief. Not really. But a little less weight in one spot. The drowned woman’s eyes glittered. “In exchange,” she said, “a truth.” The cards spun once more, then arranged themselves in a neat line. Death. The Tower. The Magician. The Hanged Man. Her pale hand rose to touch the inside of the glass opposite my heart. “You are a Key Author,” she whispered. “Your stories built the bones of this Game. Your heart gives it blood. As long as you fear love, it will feed.”

Like pretending everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t. Hoodie guy caught me looking at him again. He smirked, a piece of bread still in his hand. “Told you. Safe, right?” I didn’t answer. I just nodded faintly and looked down at my plate again. But even as I ate, I couldn’t stop thinking — why feed us? Why care if we had energy? The voice had said something about a reward. But what kind of reward did you give to people trapped in a murder game? Maybe they wanted us strong enough to keep playing.

His other hand was in the pocket of his coat. "Okay, let's go then," I mumbled to myself and put the bowl in the lock. The fret jumbled as it turned into it. Click. With a quick step to the side, out of the line of fire, I yanked the door open. Nothing happened. I waited, but no proles jumped out to pounce on us. The empty frame was like a dark throat into another dimension. Not even a breeze dared to move in these seconds. Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

"And you think that will do it for you?" Biting my lip, I take another glance at what I was holding. Maybe not. It seems based off some kind of murder crime story, and I can't say I'm too keen to be kept up at night with horrific images mingling in my head. My thoughts were cut off by Malik taking yet another step closer. I almost flinched away, when he reached for the book before I realised that really it's his. "I think I can find you something better," Malik murmurs, inspecting the book curiously. He turns it over to view the synopsis, before shaking his head slightly. If he doesn't like it so much, why is it-

I feigned annoyance. "Ok. Whenever I get to the part where the ML and the FL begin to have sex, I always imagine it was Eric and me and I'd get wet. It will make it a gateway to masturbating" she grinned proudly. "What are ML and FL?" I asked, looking past the stupid grin plastered on her face. She rolled her eyes and answered. "Male lead and female lead. Every book has that." "Oh!" I murmured, comprehending what she meant. I finished applying the lotion on my body as she succeeded in grabbing one of my favorite books titled "Master of the Game" by Sidney Sheldon.