Young-mi Squid Game 2 Novels & Stories

Not yet. Yena leaned forward, peering into Miyoung’s lowered eyes. For a minute, she worried her mother saw through her skull to the secrets she hid. But Miyoung knew that, despite the myths, gumiho who read minds were long extinct. “Miyoung, who are you?” Miyoung almost gave a sigh of relief, but instead exhaled deliberately slow. “Gu Yena’s daughter,” she replied to the familiar question. “And what does that make you?” “Smart.”

Slowly, I noticed that his smile faded and I wondered why. "You just arrived?" He asked and I felt he's not greeting me warmly. "Yeah.. like a couple of minutes." "Wanna try some food?" He asked and I nodded. I followed him but I noticed it wasn't a good idea to wear heels here. My pointy heels kept going into the soil. "You're done judging?" "They're preparing for round 2, it will start in an hour." Leon answered and I nodded. He led me to one of the tables and gave me a clean spoon.

Huang gave a weak smile. Su Yeon clung to Ming and went to the games section. One booth was capturing everyone’s attention, which was a shooting game. The unique part was it has a big rifle and a reward board. The target board has small squares of rewards surrounded by huge squares of punishments or penalties. Su Yeon took the chance but regretted the moment she lifted the rifle, which was heavy as hell. She remembered something, held the rifle, and targeted on the ‘Antique Piece of your choice’ card.

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?”

"Get ready. You will be attending Vincenzo's party tomorrow. That's where the game begins." Next morning, Rachel was dressed in a white off-shoulder dress with heels and sunglasses to hide her puffy eyes. A diamond hairpin was pinned to Rachel's hair which had an inbuilt speaker in it. Andrew was connected through it. She rubbed off the last teardrop and walked in through the staircase. Vincenzo was on the railing enjoying some kiwi juice before the event while keeping a check on the guests entering. He never trusted his family's safety to the slackers in black and kept a close watch on himself.

I stay quiet. “The invitation for the mate games just arrived.” The air in my lungs seize at his words. It’s impossible.How could we have received an invitation? “It’s mandatory for an eligible female from every family chosen to participate. We can’t refuse,” he continues, looking between the two of us. There’s a beat of silence, and then he says, “one of you will have to go.” My stomach sinks. I don’t like where this is going. Lila sits up straighter, her brows furrowing. “But the games are nothing but bull,” she blurts out, her voice sharp.