Game Starts Novels & Stories

Groid rebuked. Kloper went silent. "Should I tell you what you were doing when Jeonghan was young?" Groid challenged. "You're busy dating here and..." "The game will start. Shut up," Kloper smoothly changed the topic. All eyes at the screen, the thirty minutes battle for the first place has begun. ------------------------- Jeonghan’s POV

" hm. Okay, let's make it like this. The first person to hit a 20 get to buy the other person a soda." " a soda? " that's ridiculous!!? " Are you in or not?." I can't believe she was asking me this, but I wasn't about to back out either. " am in." "Cool... Time starts now." She said and threw the ball in the air. We began playing. I have to admit, she was really good, and it was hard to collect the ball from her once she's taken possession of it. It was just a matter of time before students began filling in and watching us play. A few were even videoing it. What!? Soon it was we were at a draw at the remaining two points left to get to twenty. I was with the ball. I smirked, slightly exhaust

This pregnancy came into the picture unexpectedly, no one wanted this but this is a human being. I just have to hide this until I can. “Miss Andrea, breakfast is ready. They’re waiting for you at the dining table,” Someone said through the door. “Okay, I’ll be there. Thank you.” I replied. I checked myself first before I went downstairs. Tobi’s parents were at the dining table, where are my parents? “Good Morning,” I greeted all of them. Tobi’s parents greeted me back and so did Tobi's sister while Tobi remained quiet and continued eating.

However, she seemed tense, like she was doing something really important, and she could not afford to mess up. “Claude, the general manager of Glazed Light is asking for you.” After that brief introduction, she immediately went to stand at the back of the crowd, worried that she would end up getting dragged into this war. When Wendy saw everything before her, she was taken aback. There was a sea of reporters surrounding me, and my colleagues stood at the back with various expressions. Soon, though, she smiled calmly. “Looks like you’re in quite a bit of trouble too.” I feigned relaxation and was just about to speak when Lloyd ran over, like a shark smelling blood.

My eyes widened in horror at his words as he confirmed my suspicion and my legs started shaking uncontrollably. "All you need to do," Marco continued, his gaze sharp, "is survive until the time elapses. If you survive, you move to the next rank." Giordano's voice boomed across the hall. "Since everyone understands the rules, the game begins now!" A guard stepped forward. "Once the gong is sounded, the game has begun. It will end at the sound of the gong again. Get ready!" The other boys immediately adopted a runner's stance, poised to sprint as they prepared themselves. I was still rooted to the spot and shaking, my mind reeling and trying to comprehend how I even ended up here in the first

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.”

Eros seemed to be going crazy with this fact. Kenzo glanced his eyes at Shawn, and Shawn quickly caught the implied code. Then the trigger of the gun began to be slowly pulled by Shawn, and finally made Eros momentarily silent, stiffened with a pale face. "Oh my God." whispered Eros, who reflexively closed his eyes for a moment. Kenzo raised his hand, he motioned for Shawn to stop. Then Eros took a deep breath, then he looked back at Kenzo. "Now you can start Old Man." said Kenzo, giving orders.

“Let’s finish the game.” “He better not start anything,” Declan muttered as we all moved back to our positions. “He won’t,” I cut in quickly. Jackson raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” “He just won’t, okay?” I insisted Or at least I hoped so. Jackson didn’t look convinced, but he dropped it. The game resumed, loud and chaotic, but my focus wasn’t really there anymore. Every serve, every laugh, every shout blurred at the edges. Because even when I wasn’t looking at him—I could feel him.

He rolled up his sleeves. He stepped up to the Player 2 controls. He looked at Nova. The neon light reflected in his grey eyes, making them shine. "I never lose," Altair said softly. Nova grinned. She cracked her knuckles. "There's a first time for everything. Try to keep up." She hit the START button. The game began. And so did the war.

His eyes were darting around, though they seemed to rest on the alarm system at the center's corner. "Prepare to leave," I ordered. My teammates started packing up our gear. Then, the moment we turned around, a shrill screech of the alarm pierced the silence.