Divergent Games Novels & Stories

"Do you mean the Emperor group of the Dragon City?" Sonia asked Fabian as she found it hard to process what she has just heard. "Yes. You bumpkin have made a trip to the Dragon City. You have seen something, haven't you?" Fabian laughed scornfully. With her fingers clenched, Sonia was so furious that a fire was burning in her chest. It was Daniel who did it! He must be avenging on James, on her! The devil was born with a bloodthirsty nature of plundering! After getting out of the TV station, James drove his car and she quickly got on it. She didn't notice that there was a pair of deep and gloomy eyes not far away, which had been staring at her through sunglasses. When James's Maserati disapp

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

He hurt me, I had to remember this. I strengthened my resolve and informed him I did not feel the same. I wasn’t totally convinced but I had to remember this was just a dangerous game and I could not fall for him. My body had to be lying. I told him I wasn’t interested in being a pawn for some power play, nor was I willing to give away my power to any man. I told him I am not looking for a mate and did not believe he was mine. I watched as confusion appeared on his face and then his eyes dimmed. It was all I could do to stick to my resolve and not run into his arms when I saw how the light left his eyes. This was a visible pain that washed over Drake just before the ache in my chest began.

"Do you know what I do to people who steal from me?" "I wasn't stealing. I was borrowing—" "You were stealing and now you're lying about it which makes this worse." "Please," David said again. "I have a family. Kids. I need—" "You needed three hundred thousand dollars? For what?" "Gambling debts." "You stole from me to pay gambling debts to someone else." I smiled. "That's almost impressive." "I'll get you the money—" "You will but first you're going to do something for me." His face went pale. "What?"

he corrected himself to not make the situation weird. Diva just stared at him with awe, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes once again. "So?" he urged, staring back at her innocently. Diva let out a sigh and tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling. "I, myself, didn't want to love games. I hated them, to be honest." Blaze was surprised at the tone of her voice—it was so deep, so serene, yet so vacant, so empty. "That's why I avoided them and got angry whenever someone mentioned them. Then, one day, I got curious. Why did everyone love it so much? What was so great about games? It was just a silly time pass. It couldn't be that addicting, could it?"

Sell a kidney? The old me would've done something that foolish. But now, since they wanted money that badly, I'd just have to give them a little "help". Over the following days, under the pretext of processing documents for overseas medical treatment and needing to verify their identities, I easily obtained all three of their passports, along with the forged medical records and diagnostic reports they had created for the sake of their act.

My unexpected response had thrown her off balance, and it was evident that she hadn't anticipated such a calm and collected reaction. I turned my attention back to the bustling kitchen, ignoring Liana's presence as if she were little more than a distant echo. She was left standing there, her confidence momentarily shattered. It was clear that I had no intention of engaging in her games, and I was determined to rise above the drama and politics that had infiltrated the club.

If it was something that involved buying or selling, I was out! It led me to a game, “The Harvest”. “Howdy!”, a mascot popped up. Quite ugly if I might say. “Please add player name” “Uhhm…”, recalling what Laura had said about using my real name, I decided to use something else. “Farmer…”. “Please choose your weapon, Farmer!” “Weapon?”, I asked out loud seeing the guns and knives mixed with farm utensils in what looked like a farming game. It made no sense.

99 couldn't speak, but the muscles at the corner of his eyes twitched. I stared fixedly at the digits on the digital clock. 5:59:58 am. 5:59:59 am. 6:00:00 am. Beep. The harsh, cold white light in the room suddenly shifted into a soft, warm yellow. A flat, synthetic mechanical voice echoed through the room without warning. [Congratulations, player. Achievement unlocked: Peaceful Survival. Ten-loop threat removed. Game cleared. Prize money: 900 billion dollars. Funds have been deposited.]