Lost Life Game Novels & Stories

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

Victor shook so violently I could feel it through both of us. His tears burned where they fell into the hollow of my neck, one drop after another. His scent wrapped around me, familiar enough to make my heart stutter. In my previous life, I waited until the day I died and never once received an embrace like this from him. But in this life, I did not need his arms, his love, or his regret. I had fought too hard for this new, freer life. He should never have appeared before me again.

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

We were falling through a tunnel of dark matter. As the darkness consumes the vault, Lyra hears a final, mechanical chime. A screen flickers to life in the void, displaying a world she doesn't recognize a lush, green planet with two moons. A text prompt appears in her mind: "New Game Initialized. Players: 4. Objective: Survival. Warning: The Broker is still among you."

Luna was trying to make connections about chess in real life. "Well, technically, the game of life is an ongoing game of chess. Every action or choice you make has the potential to benefit or hurt you. Even making the most genius or well-planned decision can have a bad result. However, things must continue to move. Life continues to go on. Life includes both wins and losses. At some time, sacrifices must be made. Be ready for the unexpected. When a hasty judgment is made and something is lost as a result, it teaches us to be more cautious and deliberate the following time. You must never look back on your choices since they all teach you something. We all make mistakes in life. Our game in t

Shelly pov Reading the message in Veer phone it's feel like am dieing. I go to bathroom and lock myself and start his chat with this girl name Natasha. She send a photo of her upper body. Naked. I start reading his chat with her. "When are you going to meet me" "I miss you" "I missed you too baby" "Today I enjoyed been inside you baby" "Don't look at me like that I gonna kiss you" "Give me your nudes."

"Since you two love playing life-or-death games so much, you can live with the consequences." With a final click, the line went dead.

《SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED》 Survive the Trial. Find the True Lifeline. Failure = permanent erasure. My heart thudded so hard it hurt. “Who… who are you?” The voice continued calmly. 《RULES TO JOIN THE SURVIVAL GAMES》 Rule1: The road ahead is endless. Do not leave the truck no matter what. Rule 2: If you see yourself again do not look twice. Rule 3: If the lights go out, pray they come back. If they don’t come after 3 seconds… close your eyes and count to 10.

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!

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”