Your Turn To Die Sou Novels & Stories

"My big brother? Why did he send you a present? Isn't he out of the country?" "Didn't your dad tell you? Your big brother's coming home." Elliot looked shocked for a second, then he gave an awful smile and laughed with his friends. "Looks like Joseph knows what's up. He knows I'm gonna be the Don soon, so he's sending gifts to get on my good side. Maybe he's hurrying back to congratulate me!" Elliot thought he was going to be the next Don of the Lewis family because he remembered things from before. What he did not realize was that in our previous life, he got to be the Don because I, the one who was supposed to take over, had picked him. In this life, things might not go his way.

The bodyguard finally caved in and revealed, "She gave me half a million dollars! It was half a million dollars!" Colin hit his chest with the rod, shouting, "Half a million dollars was enough to take Norah's life? You're ridiculous! It's pitiful!" He laughed while tears streamed down his face and then turned to leave. That night, the news reported: "On the Majeroie Road section, a black SUV plunged off a cliff and exploded on impact. The driver died at the scene…"

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

"I knew she wouldn't make it. No one can. No matter what role they pick, their life or death depends on his mood." I could just imagine the commenter cackling as they typed. "This really is the toughest atonement game, yet the system keeps dragging in newbies. That's no different from sending them to their deaths." A key point caught my attention, so I immediately turned to stare at the system. "Have people played this game more than once?" The system answered, "If a player survives, they must re-enter the game every six months. Otherwise, they would die." Some people broke down.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

Damn it! @Death Wish

The game was simple but the nature of the game was extremely unfriendly and deathly. “The game…” Her lips moved with no sound, was utterly confused. “Yeah. It’s your game but I simplify it.” “With?” “There will be no passport nor healing potion.” “Ha. ha. Ha.” She laughed soullessly. “There are a total of five lives. Each death will be felt in the body regardless of the process. For example, if they died by plunging the knife into the heart, a similar pain will be transmitted into the body. And, they will have to wait for the next rebirth. Each scenario will end once there’s no survivor.”

"Were you?" Mr. Dallas continued, "Julia?" "Alex? " Julia laid the pressure on me. What was Julia's deal and why did she seem so immersed in a battle that wasn't hers in the first place? "Hmm, " Mr. Dallas adjusted for comfort, "There's something we call 'The Last Card', in cases like this, where the situation seems unclear, we refrain from any form of action until our 'suspect' here isn't proven otherwise. Then we can take action. We can flip the last card. "

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.