Game Over: No Second Chances Novels & Stories

How could we have been so close, only to lose it at the last second? I want to protest, but what’s the point? The game’s over. The victory is already claimed. For a brief moment, everything feels unfair. We did all the work, followed every clue, and now it’s someone else’s win. It’s hard to swallow. "Maybe you shouldn't have treated it like a date then." my mind scolds me, and I sigh. Noah looks at me, catching my frustration. "It’s just a game," he says again, softer this time.

I throw the chair towards the window-smashing both the window and the chair. She doesn’t want me. I should’ve known that this was some twisted game that the Goddess is making me play. I am not good enough to have a second mate. She probably knows of everything I have done and she hates me. I sit on the floor looking out of the window and my mind flys to eleven years ago. Eleven years ago *FLASHBACK*

She's a fraud! "Cassandra, please forgive me. Come back with me. I'll make it up to you." I stared at him, but my heart barely trembled. Slowly, I pulled my hand back. "Mason…let the past stay in the past. I love my work and my life in Ularia. I don't want to go back." Mason refused to let go. "Cassandra, I know you're still mad at me, but I've truly learned my lesson. Give me one chance… I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Theo came down and sat on the bottom step. “Twelve owned the hour too,” he said. “I counted in patterns. Backwards. Forwards. In groups of four. Naming did nothing to the game.” “I know,” Dimitri said. “The game ends at the table or it changes at the table. Not in a forced hour of willpower.” Theo rubbed his face. “Day stays empty.” “Day stays empty.” “Night stays free.” “Night stays free.” “And the one true thing stays listed even if I’m bitter it didn’t unlock the mornings.”

“Last time, you made the rules. We take turns asking each other ten questions. But during the whole game, each person only gets three chances to drink instead of answering. Once those three chances are used up, every question after that has to be answered.” He looked at her. “Do those rules still count?” Winter had always known Chris had an excellent memory, so she was not surprised. An unfinished game had to end eventually. She gave a soft hum. “They count.” Chris noticed she hadn’t touched the peanuts, so he pushed the plate a little closer. “We each asked three questions. I used one of my drinking passes, so we still have seven questions left. You still have all three of yours.” Winter ha

It was close enough that every person in the hall accepted it without question. I did not accept it. I said nothing. "Game Three begins in four minutes," the voice crawled continually. "No rest period. The game is called Dead Weight. Each player will be assigned a partner by the system. If your partner dies during the game, you lose two lives. If you cut the chain yourself, you will be executed immediately… No exceptions." The screens on every wall lit up simultaneously. A list of names in paired columns scrolled until it stopped. I found my name on the left side.

But what choice did I have, really— except to play? My trembling hands rise, rock again, and then I lost for the last time, snap my eyes at screen. Mumma’s gaze locked with mine just before her head jerked back as the bullet carved a hole through her skull, ripping everything I ever loved away from me. Game over. Everything was over Raghavi was over “Damn, you’ve got cursed luck” he spoke, shaking his head with mock hurt, while my eyes stay glued to the screen with tears streaming down like waterfall.

"Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much" "What? like a reaper? Harvest souls and all that shit....... Emmmm No thank you just send me on my way thank you." Michael shot back. "NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want."

“Good to go?” “Yeah.” My voice felt like gravel. I stood, casting one last look at the family in the corner, their heads bent together in a circle of warmth I’d never known. Georgina had invented countless games over the years. She’d trained us until strategy became instinct. But her games always ended the same. Even when you won, you walked away feeling like you’d lost something far more important.

My tone was dry and all I wanted right now was water or at least something to quench the thirst. A face appeared above mine. "Emery," he said my name like he was trying to get my full attention. "This is your choice." His eyes which were gold, glittered at me like stars from a night sky. "To have a second shot at life only in a different point of view." I didn't need to be asked twice. In a stable but weak voice I replied, "Yes."