Lost Life Game Novels & Stories

“How then did I survive? How am I still alive? If he is as skilled as you say he was, I should have died there and then.” *You did die. Well, you sort of died* “I sort of died?” *There was a complex engraving on your heart that was activated after your death. It is something I recognized from the past. We call it False Life* “What’s that?” *It’s similar to what you see in video games. Instead of having one life, that engraving gives you two. It’s complex to perform and the materials required are very expensive. Most importantly, it must be placed there by someone who has your blood*

This dumb dungeon blocked off all entrances to the other floors! Especially if I'm trying to sleep, I have no choice but to go to the surface! Obviously, I'm not suicidal and won't do that. [Half Life(Unique)- Connects Host and targets life instantly. Effect: If the Host dies, the host can resurrect once using the target's body. If the target dies, the host will suffer serious injuries. There is a chance of the host not being able to resurrect if the target's strength is above the host. In this case, both host and target will die.

In the end, we managed to surpass Frank's points by a hair's breadth and emerged victorious. However, both Riley and I died the moment we left the game due to our heavy injuries. Perhaps the system malfunctioned when it brought us back, but we were reborn with our memories of our past lives intact. The game then began anew. Riley and I immediately recognized each other when we were added to the group chat. Thus, we swore to each other that we would make the people who betrayed us in our past lives pay for the consequences of their actions. I intentionally chose the plastic apartment in the desert and the reverse photosynthesis skill. I also modified the name of the game, tricking everyone in

After being diagnosed with heart failure, my adopted sister, Michelle Langley, and I are both hospitalized. But there is only one spot for a heart transplant. For three whole months, Michelle and I fight for that one chance of survival. A video of me confronting my parents in the hospital corridor over their favoritism toward Michelle is posted online. Everyone sees me as selfish and vicious, claiming that I'm willing to disregard family ties just to stay alive. The day before my surgery, my older brother, Dante Stone, comes to my hospital room. He stands in the doorway, looking visibly impatient. "Michelle is just 20 years old. Her life has just started. You've been sickly since you we

"For Kate's year-end bonus this year, let's just give her 500 dollars to keep up appearances." My boss' nonchalant conversation with the accountant drifts through the half-closed break room door. "500 dollars? But Mr. Ribeiro, she's our top salesperson this year," the accountant reminds Rupert Ribeiro cautiously. "The new guy, Carter Stevens, just closed a small deal, and you just approved a 5,000-dollar bonus for him…" Rupert scoffs. "You don't get it. Carter's a man—a rising star. You have to throw money at him to bring out his killer instinct. "As for Kate, she's a 40-year-old woman. She's old. Even if she leaves us, who's going to want her? Giving her 500 dollars is already doing her

The man sighed while nodding weakly. "Shit!" exclaimed Claire. "I know. I swear I will kill whoever did this! ” Suddenly, the digital screen appeared before them, accompanied by a beep. The writing on there made Claire and Leon stare. 'Continue the game or lose one life each. Taking lives in thirty ... twenty-nine ... ' "Who are you ?! Come out you cowards!" exclaimed Leon, shouting towards the sky. “Leon! We have no choice at this time! " exclaimed Claire while holding Leon's shoulders trying to calm him down.

With this game, if you kill another player, you can loot their items and take a portion of their gold pieces. Not just the in-game dangers, but if he hasn’t eaten or anything in the past week, how was he still alive in the real world? The image of him being somewhere unknown, lying down in his own body fluids and weak from not eating or drinking anything was hard to stomach. Stepping away from him, my hand covered my stomach, which was now coiling at the thought. The urge to throw up was overpowering. Managing to push down the feeling, I took a deep breath to calm myself. Just then an automated alert popped up.

I seemed to get light and hope from that gaze. "Alah, just say it." You were dumbfounded when you wanted to get to know him. Why lie anyway? "I'm happy because this is the first time I've seen you live as a human being," said Gunawan. He's so campy. "So you're saying I haven't been alive all this time?" I asked. "Life is forced," Gunawan answered with a shrug. "Hmm." Honestly, I do live like that. Apart from that, my life has been set up because I didn't think that I had to live to please my parents.

The evidence presented was undeniable, resulting in life sentences for each of them. However, by the time the police found Zane, his body had already begun to rot. I looked up at the bright sky, and for the first time, I was certain that light would always drive out the dark.

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"