Your Turn To Die Sou Novels & Stories

Shania and I decided on Samuel Turner, a marketing manager at Shania's company. Samuel was younger than Lucille and about six years younger than me. I had gotten to know him through a random dinner event in the past. I had formed a deep impression of him because of his good looks and how smart he was at handling all sorts of situations. Later on, I got to know from Shania that he was also very competent at work. He had managed to get his position as marketing manager within a year of joining the company.

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

If people want to really get away from the game there are two ways first is to die and another is to- [ Ding! Welcome player no.35089 to 'Halloween's Party'] But why am I selected? [Transferring to the first copy in 3…2…1… Reminder: Players, Don’t die!] Hey! Wait…you have got the wrong person!

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

"If I recall correctly, there are five rules in Godfather High. Rule one, no killing in safe zones and during safe time periods. Rule two, the microchip in our necks allow us to redeem certain benefits using credits earned in the game. It also kills us if we die. Rule three, No harming the creepy invigilators. Rule four, if you escape, you die. Lastly, the shitty game of death ends only when one survivor is left or if all the dungeon floors are cleared. I definitely lucked out this round." Carefully, Zen looked over to his health bar. It was blinking, indicating that it was dangerously low. As he was now, Zen couldn't even take a punch or he would die for real. He checked the time and system

He took out his phone and saw a text message from ‘MADAM ROSELYN ’ It was a location of a restaurant on G****e map and an attachment ‘see you at 1pm’ Ryan replied with kk madam and dropped his phone on his bed. The phone hardly touched the bed when a call came in. It was from Adriana He picked it and brought it to his ear. “ Come to the living room now, your presence is required.” The caller said and the line went dead. He slipped the phone into his pocket and headed downstairs. He saw two men in suits sitting on the three seater sofa opposite the Williams sisters.

Jason was in the room allocated to him and his siblings, wondering what to do while his uncle continued ranting just outside the room. Jason knew how it often ended. Daltom had a strong, superstitious community, and since both of his parents died, the locals wanted nothing to do with his. His eyes, one blue, and the other a light brown, was part of the reason he was seen as a wierdo. “I’m calling the cops on you, boy!” he screamed. “I’m calling the cops on you for assault. You dare hit me.”

Micah didn’t look up. Amelia added, “Wait, why? Did Micah tell you?” Colton’s gazed over at him. “Yeah. He did.” Amelia didn’t say anything at first. Then, quietly: “Okay… yeah. That’s what I want.” Colton hung up. “That’s weird, man.” Callum looked up from his phone. “What’s weird?” “Micah just knew Amelia’s drink. Like, exact.” Callum laughed. “Dude’s got a freak memory. Probably knows everyone’s.”

“You tried to kill me.” “This is not you. She’s turning you into something else.” Luca retorted. “And this isn’t you. Zone’s death is turning you into something else.” “Enough of the pity story! Kill the boy.” Odessa commanded with wrath. The blade felt heavier than it had a right to be. I could hear whispers from the rogues gathered around us, waiting, watching. Odessa wanted them to know that she was instrumental in my breakdown and fall in line. I took a wretched breath.

Slowly, my stiff body began to relax a little. Knowing my time was running out, I went to the most renowned funeral shop in town and picked out a balloon urn for myself. When the urn, carried by the helium balloon, reached an altitude of 3300 to 5000 feet, the humidity sensor would detect the moisture in the clouds. It would trigger the biodegradable cap to open, and my ashes would fall with the rain, returning to the earth.