Lifeweb Game Novels & Stories

When an innocent voice had their eyes widening. "Fuwck me! Fuwck me!" Arham mumbled happily while clapping his hands. Alex face was ashen as she stared at the raging form of Alizey, who was ready to kill. The buff man ran from there as Alizey ran behind him like a killer on mission. THE END BOOK 2 AND BOOK 3 of Sparkle of life (Sequel) is available on booknet app only. Follow KATHLEEN HAYAT there and read the books.

"I'm not!" “Then come in," Chase challenged. With one withering look at his brother, Drew removed his shoes and jumped in. "Sweet baby Jesus!" He exclaimed when the cold hit him. "It gets better Drew,” Leigh assured him, already urging him on to her side. "I call TEAM TINY LEIGH!" He announced—more like shouted to his brother, his mouth curved in a sneer. "Okay so, we each get ten lives," Willis began, already mapping out a game plan for them. "Once the ball hits you, you lose a life. First team to lose ten lives total wins," he concluded. 'Okay?"

Where does that confidence come from? [Do you know of any more mobile games like this one?] [I've just heard something from an insider. People say that the Web Group is making a mobile game that is very similar to Game Fest. It's going to be a direct rival to them. It will be on the market for sure in a year. I can't wait!] Remi stopped when she read that. Enzo called her soon away and said, "I heard the Web Group is—" "I saw it," she said, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "There's no formal statement. Nothing but gossip and no proof. Don't worry about it." Remi said that, but she wasn't sure. But for now, fixing those flaws was the most important thing.

He took out a small wire from his pocket and started tying Miranda’s hand at the back while making her knelt on the ground. “We are going to play a game.” BOOM My face paled when he spoke those words, A Game… A game of death. “This game is called Open and Alive…” He said with a slight hint of excitement in his voice. “The one whose eyes stayed open all the time will stay alive and the one who blinks… would die…” He spoke and I saw Miranda’s eyes widening in acknowledgment. “But… How would that be interesting, huh?” He looked at Miranda to me, “Hmmm…” He tapped his chin as though he was lost in thinking.

The user at the top started typing. ‘The game is about to begin. For the first game, you’ll be given some set of riddles and you have just 6minutes as a deadline for you to answer. We will both play in turns and whoever wins the finals passes but if you fail, it will lead to the death of one of your loved ones.” The moment I finished reading it, it disappeared from my screen. Okay this is getting a bit creepy but can someone tell this dumbass to stop playing with the life of my loved ones? Can we just get the game started? Pfff!

Golden light spilled across the surface of the sea, so beautiful that it stole my breath. I was still here. I was still alive. The system spoke again, but this time, its voice was no longer cold and robotic. "Detected that player has completed self-awakening and reclaimed personal agency in the last ten days. Strategy target recalibrated from 'being loved by others' to 'loving oneself.' Mission successful. Reward is a new life." I went still. Then, I started to laugh. So that was it. The real goal of this whole strategy game had never been Blake. It had been me.

The red light on my webcam was a beacon. It meant I was live. It meant money. I leaned back in my gaming chair, the cheap leather sticking to my skin, and ran a hand down my slim chest. My chat room was filling up, the names scrolling by in a blur of color. "KittenToy is online," "Show us that ass, Kitten," "What's the goal for tonight?" The tips trickled in, small amounts, ten dollars here, twenty there. It was rent money. It was ramen money. It was not enough.

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

I ask, and he nods repeatedly. He turns the game back around, staring at it with sparkling eyes, “Yes! But it isn’t supposed to come out for another two months. How did you get it?” “Ah, I know a person who knows a person,” I chuckle. “This is the game that went out to the Beta-Testers.” Danny totally loses it, while Arawn leans in with a frown. “What did the person who knows a person get for that?” he whispers roughly, making me grin.