Game Of Life

Game Of Life

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Harry Styles
In a world where people just like you and I kill other human beings around them for a game that only select people know the existence of. We call this the Game Of Life The rules are simple: The more you kill, the more power you gain thus making your place climb higher in the leader board, and don't get killed; your previous power you had gained automatically all transfers to the person who kills you. Have fun, and remember: You can never trust anyone in this Game Of Life Amazing cover by @MarbelisLugo !! ***********Brownie Points for the people who point out what references I make in each chapter*******
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He extends his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Harry Styles by the way." I almost laugh. Like I already didn't know that. Instead, I slide my sunglasses onto my head and grasp his calloused hand in a firm handshake. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." ••• Killing people (bad people according to the agency you work for) is something you have been doing for a long time. Sure, it doesn't get better the more you do it, but you find ways to suppress those feelings. Especially when you're assigned a new target, Harry Styles. The objective is to kill him, you never expected to fall in love with him. Your heart was never supposed to be a casualty.

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