Total Drama Squid Game Novels & Stories

This isn’t you, calm down. As we stared to each other, his crimson eyes was burning red and its orbs were shining as if it’s scanning all of my inner soul. My heart’s throbbing fast as I looked back at him with my blue sea eyes. “What are you doing?” Finally, I asked without hesitation. His eyes distracted me and I forgot what we’ve been talking about. He moved away from me and replied, “Nothing. Put this one away from your mind. Don’t remember everything what happened.” “You’re really acting weird, Doom. Are you sure you’re still Doom?”

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

She had dived headfirst into the absolute deepest, most dangerous end of the criminal underworld, building a rival shadow empire right under my nose just to drag me off my throne. On the satellite feed, the masked woman suddenly stopped running. It was as if she knew the camera was tracking her. She tilted her head back, staring directly up into the lenses of my hidden security drone. Slowly, deliberately, she raised her hand and extended two fingers, tapping the side of her temple in a mocking, lethal salute. The screen instantly cut to static. Connection Lost. I stood frozen in the center of the dark penthouse, a manic, dangerous laugh bubbling up from my throat. It was a terrifying, beaut

Meeting Dante. Life events, big and smalI, that'd shaped me into who and where I was today. How many more of those did I have left, if any? Pressure squeezed the oxygen from my lungs. Get down. But I couldn't. Thud. Thud. Thud. He was here. The last thud finally kicked my fight or flight into high gear. My body jerked, a gasp of life in the face of death, but it was too late. The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin.