Whitney From The Most Dangerous Game Novels & Stories

Corbyn’s next words were dangerous, “I do not know how I ever tricked myself into loving you. There is no heart in you. Just a black hole. You and Artymov would use my own sister against me. Have you no shame? You are despicable and you need to leave before I get all the security personal to blacklist you from this entire city. You think Artymov has power, you think he has control. I will show you power Kendal, and you will regret ever stepping foot into this room. Now leave. Leave and never fucking come back, you worthless-“ I rushed over, “Now, Mr Emerson I think that’s quite enough,” Kendal gave me a grin it was working she thought I was on her side, but secretly so only Grace could see I

“You’re leaving?” “No one is being driven today. Your mom gave us permission to leave early.” He touched her arm gently. “What’s going on. You have been broody the past two days.” Vincent looked over his shoulder towards the house and then back at her. He was one of her closest friends. She even dared to think of him as her best friend. He wasn’t as shallow as the others in her circle. Plus, he always gave the best advice. When she overheard the conversation between Kali and her mother, Vincent was the only person she told. He had advised her to not jump the gun and to keep the information to herself until she knew better. Giovanna didn’t think he’d approve of what she did.

Jimmy agreed, "but that doesn't solve our problem. We need to find out who and how. And most importantly, where Branson is now. That man is a dangerous psychopath." His words chilled Anya to the bone. She certainly didn't need reminding of Virgil's cold and twisted mind hidden beneath that charming veneer. Or the things he'd planned for her after he "broke her in". Anya tightened her fingers around Gus' and he gave her an answering squeeze. She wondered if she'd ever be safe from the man. Ever be able to relax and enjoy her new life with Gus. "You should let us put her in a safe house away from here," Jimmy went on, looking directly at Gus. "She'll be out of danger and you can help us nail d

It was a full blown war between an armed mercenary group which Ivan had hired, and the mercenary group which Mr Bianchi had hired. _ _ _ Vincent can finally confirm the dreadful feeling he'd been getting since he approached the club. Everyone was running for their lives. He was running too, but not without letting his gaze wander, searching for his friends. When he sighted Jenna, he sighted Alex. Jenna was shaking a motionless Alex with tears streaming down her face. When she saw him, her tears increased. “I… carry him. Panic attack...” She managed to say. Vincent inhaled deeply before carrying Alex in his arms and rushing after the people who were flooding out of the bar, Jenna in tow.

The urge to histerically cry, shout or do anyhing, anything other than just sit here flows through me again, accompanied by the relief I've never felt before, but I know I have to stay silent and calm, so I do. He doesn't waste any time, and quickly shots a bullet through the first guy's head, then another bullet in Tom's stomach, as fast as a lighting. I let out an almost animalistic howl, struggling to breathe between the cries. All the shock that's been holding me back before has disappeared by now. Axel doesn't react to my cries, only spares me a second to make sure I'm okay, then focuses on Tom, laying on the ground and holding his palm over the wound on his stomach.

Logan pulls Renato's head and twists him so strongly that his life is no longer helped. After winning the game, Logan returned to Vittoria. Take the suit and the gun. "You guys take care of all this." Logan orders before finally walking out. The game no longer appeals to Logan. He chose to go home and splash his body with cold water. The man's head is still filled with mysterious women who have two different eye colors. She can't believe she just disappeared like she never existed in this world. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

That day I was visiting ‘Hotel Vontres’ for getting a good fuck from my date for night however on my way to my room I spotted a familiar figure, I instantly knew it was Elizabeth, she was been taken away by two man dressed in black… I called her but before I could made my way to her she vanished inside one of deluxe room, I asked her two bodyguard to let me in and meet her but they shove me away however I was man of power, I called my own bodyguards and made them beat Elizabeth body guards to pulp. Once Elizabeth body guards were on floor I barged inside room where Elizabeth vanished however what I saw inside made my entire world crumble down like piece of paper I saw, a four to five months

Brock wanted to ask for more details, but I snapped angrily and anxiously, "Did you not hear me when I said bring the emergency rescue pod to the Eastern Suburb Villa? Whitney's in danger!" After I hung up the phone, the first thing I did was check on Whitney's condition. She lay dying in a pool of blood, her chest already torn to a bloody pulp from the explosion. There wasn't a single patch of unharmed skin left on her exposed body. The sight of her like this made me want to slap myself over and over. As the most beloved youngest daughter in my family, when had she ever suffered such injustice? It was all because she stood up for me that Whitney ended up so severely injured.

Muffled voices penetrated through the ringing in Jon’s ears, the numbness flooding through his nervous system. Black eyes flickered toward the edge of the room, the cluster of women straightening themselves up. Alexis ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair, sliding the silver gun back into its holster. Danielle shuffled uncomfortably, hovering between Alexis and Zoe, unsure of what she was supposed to do now. Jon felt another tinge of sympathy. His gaze drifted to the now-prone Violet, blood pooling around her head like a red crown.

"The most fearless animal in the world. I'll take it." I blinked at how well he took it. Most people would not appreciate being compared to a honey badger. "To answer your earlier question, work has been...aggravating." Dante's cufflinks glinted in the light from a passing streetlamp. Silver, elegant, stamped with the letter "The deal l'm working on is a pain in the ass, but I'm flying to California on Tuesday to hopefully close it." "The Santeri deal?" l'd read about it in the news.