Total Drama Squid Game Novels & Stories

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

But in the inky blackness above the submarine, the water currents began to churn unnaturally. The Leviathan had sensed the movement of the energy core. It was fully awake. [Infinite Energy] CLANK. The heavy hatch of the submarine locked shut behind them. "Thank God you're back!" Jack rushed forward, dripping with sweat. He pointed at the sonar screen behind him. The massive shadow was flashing frantically, diving rapidly straight toward them! "That giant squid is going crazy! It's dive-bombing us!" "How is Dr. Braun?" Sebastian practically tore off the heavy exoskeleton of his pressure suit and strode toward the main console.

Glass shattered across the room as a single bullet tore through the curtain and embedded into the wall inches from where Dante had been standing. He reacted instantly, grabbing Amara and pulling her down behind the counter. Cole dove beside them, weapon drawn, scanning the dark outside. “Sniper,” he hissed. “They found her.” Dante’s heartbeat roared in his ears. He barked into his comms. “Marco! Lock down the perimeter! Now!” No answer. Just static. Amara clutched his arm, trembling. The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos.

"Mr. Lowe! You just drove out your own wife for your mistress! Is this the fall of humanity, or a moral collapse?" "Your wife was pregnant with your baby, but she lost it because you kicked her out of the house. Is this your comeuppance?" I glanced briefly at Chelsea, who was still pinned to the ground. A baby? She really wasn't stopping at anything to get what she wanted, was she? "Is there proof that she's even my wife? And that she's pregnant with my baby?" Chelsea looked like she'd just been struck dumb. She collapsed to the side, covering her mouth as tears continued flowing down her cheeks silently, making her look pathetic and pitiful.

Erwin and Alyssa were still locked in a passionate kiss until a scream suddenly came from outside the hall. "Someone drowned! Someone jumped into the lake!"

I knew that they would be juicy when bitten into. The huge pieces of squid were chewy and fresh. With my sauce, they became extra sweet. Jorvan nearly inhaled each skewer with a single bite. It made a number of ghouls who were out killing other players to meet their quotas stop in their tracks. “Hey, Klyton, that sure smells good. Why don’t we have some?” “Are you dumb, Chitan? They won’t taste of anything!” “But it smells so good!” “The boss says we have to kill at least one player today. You’re such a slacker!”

He clawed at his neck, slowly getting choked as he was flung around like a ghost. We all watched on in horror, some of us trying to help him, but the rest too in shock to react. Before he could fully suffocate though, the Loudspeakers came on one last time. "Oh, I almost forgot the eye holes in the ghost costume!" As the Loudspeakers announced this, Jinju was stopped in the middle of the room, and a clicking sound rang out, almost like the cocking of a gun. Suddenly, two spears shot out of the wall, and went straight through Jinju's eyes and out the back of his skull, blood splattering all over the room.

“What’s going to happen?” “He’ll probably be here for a few days, and then my parents will take him home and try to get him into rehab again. This is another reason why I didn’t bring him up, Quinn,” Archer says, and the emotion in his voice kills me. “This happens over and over, and this won’t be the last time.” The microwave beeps in the background. “Anyway, I looked up robot fights while I was waiting and I have to say it’s pretty fucking cool.” “It is! Careful you don’t get sucked in. You’ll start watching a fight or two here and there and then it becomes your life and you’re under-the-table funding lasers to go on your team’s robot.”

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.