Date A Live The Game Novels & Stories

Alexandra awoke with a mix of nerves and excitement, her mind already buzzing with the challenges that lay ahead. Gazing out of her window, she took in the breathtaking hues of pink and gold painting the sky. The city stirred to life, its pulse synchronized with the heartbeat of the game. The Denver Outlaws were poised to face off against the Las Vegas Gamblers that night, a clash that promised to be an epic showdown. The stadium would soon be filled with the roar of the crowd and the crackling energy of the fans, eagerly awaiting the moment when Alexandra would lead her team onto the field.

Our armbands vibrated in unison, a sharp buzz against skin already raw from other rounds. I glanced down. On each tiny screen, the game name flashed: RED STREETS RUN – ENTRY CONFIRMED STARTING GATE: DISTRICT R-03 TIME TO START: 00:30 A countdown appeared in the corner. 00:29 00:28 Thirty seconds. “Great,” Jax said, springing to his feet with forced bravado that didn’t quite hide the tightness at the corners of his mouth. “From author grave‑robbing to live‑broadcast cardio. This afterlife has no chill.”

"I see you're wearing my jersey... Looks perfect on you." I want to say something but I remember just how that will give Dax the ticket to spoiling my mood and making this game the worst choice I've ever made. I can't give him that much power. So I stay silent. Josh doesn't say a word. He just waves and forces a smile. The game finally starts. LIVERTON VS MAN UNITED. Trent Aston and his other teammates enter the pitch holding babies. I see the black-haired tattooed Firmino guy walk behind Trent.

"And since we didn’t celebrate properly, I say we do it again—tonight!" He turned toward the counter, already signaling for food. "We already ate," Adrian said flatly, his tone calm but firm. Jonathan waved a dismissive hand. "Then you’ll eat again. Victories like mine deserve double celebrations." Rafiq chuckled, shaking his head. "Damn it, he’s in the mood again." Jonathan ignored him, suddenly focusing back on Adrian. "By the way, when’s your game coming up?" Adrian ran a hand through his hair, his movements controlled and deliberate. He had been so focused on training that the exact date momentarily slipped his mind. After a brief pause, he answered, "Four days. We leave in two."

Carmeron skipped in joy and I laughed, walking away from him ignoring as he kept calling me names. I grabbed a glass of water and two plates of food for Selena and myself but Gabby soon collected it and right before I could go back for my plate, Liv stood by the pool side where some kids were playing at and grabbed a microphone. “I hope everyone’s having a great time because our soccer game between team blue and pink is about to begin as well as our dancing game, so both teams need to get on their game and begin in the next five minutes. Henry, come here please!” Everyone began talking amongst themselves and I walked towards Liv.

I looked at him as he walk closer and motioned for him to keep quiet. ‘I’m talking with Dylan. Just a moment.’ I told him our mind. He frowned but I took my eyes off him so I wouldn’t see more if his birthing irritation look. “What do you mean?” I asked Dy. “Something happened yesterday, contenders from the South had trouble in arriving on time so the game will resume tomorrow.” “Can I still participate then?” “Well, if you’ll come. I expected you yesterday, you know.” I sighed and bit my lip. I know Jacob is listening but I also do not intend of keeping this from him so I let it. He’s already standing behind me while I sat here at the hammock.

"The game starts at seven, Kas. I'll text you the details." I held the jersey away from my body and looked at it, wrinkling my nose. What the actual hell was my life becoming?

The spotlight fell on me, making me look untouchable. My father lifted the microphone and cleared his throat. "Tonight, I’d like to formally introduce my biological son, Zane Bowen." In the crowd, Keira suddenly looked up. The wine glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.

This party was going to be long so did tonight. ************ ************

"Don't worry about it." "I'm not." But who died? "Guests will arrive at three, dress nicely." I roll my eyes and she smiles, kissing my temple. ---- I update 5-6 parts a week, Tuesday through Sunday To see more about the story/chapter photos/previews you can follow the story account on I*******m @gamesweplayseries You can get in touch with me on: - I*******m: ronniebennett94 - TikTok: ronniewrites