Win Or Die 소설 & 이야기

Alive. *

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

Yash asked with an irritated expression. “The competition is about making an advertisement in thoughts before presenting that to the judges and make them accept it. That can be done only by two people from the four of us. And those two people for sure can’t go together for this trip. Even if just one goes and takes either you or me, the chances of winning will reduce. And the people limit is just two people. So, tell me whether there is a problem or not?” Jay replied to Yash and I stilled.

"Johnny, hear me out, I've got the solution for us both just tell me where you meet you. Your terms, no games here." Silence greeted my effort. It was always a risk that he would be too pissed off to talk to me but I was hoping our history would help. Dozens of nights in the Falcon had to count for something. "Johnny if it helps, Wicknace and Jimmy are dead. This isn't some weird payback plan of mine or double cross. It's to help me and the Falcon out." "Jerichos in an hour. Bring your wallet, you're buying the fucking drinks."

they are sent to read rules. the game was a death match or battle royal, 3 teams are sent to the island which was different from which they are currently playing and they have to collect green crystals from another team, which even team get all 4 crystals from the other team and won, mean only two players can win and they need all 6 crystal to win, they can take crystal by killing other players knock them out, this crystalise connected to spinal code, so if they get to knock out or death, that crystal will fall off, but they tried to take it off, with force then they end up damaging their spinal cord, they have to use violence to win. now they all have been sent to different parts of the isl

Victor pouted like he had been bullied. "I'm not going to bet on your horse. I'll be happier betting on mine, even if it loses the race. If I bet on other horses, and they end up losing, I'll lose sleep tonight. Sorry, I can't help it. I'm petty." Victor was annoyed by Winston's adamant decision. Suddenly, Jonah showed up with a gentle smile, saying, "Mr. Victor, I'll make a bet on Tornado. I think it stands a good chance of winning, so I'll make a small bet as a token of appreciation. Hope you don't mind it."

I didn't receive any messages or notifications that my follow request had been approved. I sat down and looked at myself in a handheld mirror. I watched as the numbers above my head slowly counted down. I had three hours to go. I wanted them to be with me on my last day in this life; I wanted to know how they would react when I died. Maybe they would be pleasantly surprised—no one cared about my life or death, after all. They were my family, but they despised me with every fiber of their being. I brought the food to the table and waited. Some oil had splashed onto my hand while cooking, and it hurt. It didn't take away from my excitement, though.

My younger sister, Ivy White, died the day before the new semester started. She jumped from the 16th floor of Redwood Heights, where our family lived. She didn't bleed much, her head twisted to one side. Her body was curled in a pool of blood. It was eerie that her face wore a smile. When people saw the expression on Ivy's face, they all gasped. She was so young, yet her smile looked unnaturally sinister and cruel. It gave everyone goosebumps.

He’s sitting up now, eyes still red from crying and getting pool water in them. “Are you going swimming, Aunt Winnie?” “Not tonight,” Quinn tells him, sitting on the lounge chair next to him. “Maybe we can go swimming in the morning, but only if you have your super cool shark floaty on first, okay?” “Okay,” he grumbles. Quinn puts her hand on his shoulder and flicks her eyes to her brother. “Are you okay?” Wes shakes his head. “I’ve seen some pretty…pretty messed up stuff,” he starts, and I’m reminded of his service to our country. “But seeing him go under like that…”

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.