Date A Live The Game Novels & Stories

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“I’m fine.” His eyes dropped briefly to my ankle before returning to my face. He didn’t argue. I glanced around the kitchen. A screen beside the refrigerator displayed a schedule. Training. Meetings. Travel. I read down the list. Then stopped. “What’s this?” Logan followed my gaze. “Game.” “Two days from now?” “Yes.” There was a note beneath it. Home Game — 7:00 p.m. Post-game media — approximately 10:30 p.m. My eyes stayed on it.

I was going to update yesterday but forgot :3 My finals are starting on the 29th, and I don't know what to do. Wish me luck. The next update will be here soon. Give your hearts Daisy Chaseley

" Casper just stood there staring at her. Part of him wished he could ask her what planet she lived on, but he already knew the answer. It was Kendall's globe, and everything revolved around her. Did she truly feel he was still in love with her? "Stop the show, Kendall. What brings you here? You don't care whether I show up or not, so why pretend? In fact, I'm inclined to bet you were hoping I wouldn't." She blinked, and he caught a glimpse of bitterness in her eyes. "Your mother stated that you were bringing a.....date." It was quite intelligent of you. But you're not fooling me, Casper. Everyone knows you haven't had a serious relationship since me. What is her name? "Do you even know who

Then we started eating. When we were over, Lincoln, Bella and I said goodbye to dad and went to Linc’s car, got inside and he started driving. We arrived and saw our friends standing near the entrance. But there was also a coach talking to Dylan and Raf. “I guess, our practice starts today,” Linc stated, as he noticed him as well. “Oh, when will be your game?” I asked. “I think in April.” I nodded. When I looked at them again, I noticed that Raf, Jeremy and Dylan were furious. It was like they were arguing and tried to prove the point.

Brandon left because of him I'm sure. "Dylan, promise me you'll be careful during this practice game." I began, He just stares at me confused. I don't know why but that eerie feeling from this morning, the one I got after the dream. It was back and it came after Brandon talked to me. His confidence is more today. I can't tell why but it just is. "Camilla, it's just practice. The actual game isn't until Friday you know that." This isn't the time for jokes. He knows exactly what I mean. I'm worried.

Madison replied. "You are most welcome and it is a pleasure to host this party and see to the satisfaction of our guests." Derrick replied sweetly like a professional event planner. "You are so full of different shades. The one you just pulled now is so hilarious except for someone who has not met with you." Madison replied Derrick. "The game starts by 12pm. Jayden will announce that to everyone soon." Zayne said to everyone through the earbuds. "It is so hard talking to you guys without raising suspicions at my location." He lamented.

I might as well have some fun. "I'll tell you if you promise not to get an inferiority complex," I said sweetly. I ticked off the names my favorite celebrities. "Nate Reynolds, Asher Donovan, Rafael Pessoa..." Dante looked unimpressed. "I didn't realize you were such a big soccer fan." Asher Donovan and Rafael Pessoa both played for Holchester United in the UK. "I'm a soccer player fan," I corrected. "There's a difference." I'd watched a total of three sports games in my life. l'd only mentioned Asher and Rafael because l saw them in an ad campaign yesterday and they were fresh on my mind.

I watched him coldly. "When we made the plan, Dad didn't say you'd still be alive." He let out a disdainful whistle, not even bothering to pretend anymore. "You called us out here to beg for mercy?" I took a deep breath and began my performance. "I've thought it through. With a price on my head across the underworld and my own family wanting me dead, what's the point of living?" They were taken aback, clearly not expecting me to be so direct. I continued, my voice trembling, "I've lost everything. My reputation is ruined, and even my own parents want to see me dead. My life is a joke."

The live television broadcast began at precisely eight o'clock on Thursday evening. Dante and Ariana sat side by side on the hardwood floor of their living room, their backs resting against the base of the massive northern window. A single plate of untouched sandwiches sat on the floor between them. The apartment was completely dark except for the sharp blue glow coming from the laptop screen resting on Dante's knees. The familiar opening theme of the national sports network filled the room. A dramatic graphic flashed across the screen: