Lost Life Game Novels & Stories

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.”

I am dead. I am so dead, I screamed in my thoughts. A cold lump was building up in my throat as if I was about to choke before swallowing it, though my heart kept pounding against my chest. “The sad part is that you’ll no longer remember the god you met and all the events happening in this world,” Rad said. “And you go back to your normal lives like it was yesterday. It sucks, but it’s for the best. And also part of the rules of the Game.”

If players died in the game, then they would die for good and become a ghoul. However, if they survived and won, they could spend their points to extend their lifespan back in the real world. At that thought, the terror in my heart lessened. I had never before in my life felt such a strong yearning to survive. As I was lost in my thoughts, a figure showed up out of nowhere. Jorvan had returned. His fresh-looking face seemed sincere as he said, “Ms. Graves, I would like to work here. I can prepare the takeout or something.”

The old song being played matched the room perfectly. “ Old songs are the best. Deeper meanings.” he said while scanning the CDs. He stood beside me in the left part of the small store. “ Like old souls giving a deeper connection, huh?” I asked and give him a sarcastic look. He shake his head no. “ Old souls are never replaced like songs.” he said. “ They are forever. Forever living or forever dying.”he paused and pat my head. “Forever dying while living.” he continued making me freeze from my position. He's thinking the same way like me. For once in a while again, he made me feel speechless.

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

"After the COO feature turns off, our Ai will talk less and the data will start to cut off a little. At first I hated it, but in time I realized that as a villain's lackey, it doesn't matter if I search for them or not. The settings and the right conditions will soon lead me to them naturally. By the will of the game itself. When the villains sought for help, the circumstances will lead me to them eventually. However, the villains' as well as the protagonists' role are the vital parts of each mission. They needed to be aware of each others' move. Or else, they would be erased without knowing that the opponent has won the round." "Then... was it true that a failed mission leads to..." Jana sw

A loud gasp escaped from everyone's mouth, followed by a scream of "impossible." "Nothing is impossible," I said with a deep, calm voice, trying my best to avoid Kira's gaze and to be calm altogether. "I am the same Rey Reed that was killed by your best player," I said, pointing at the venom woman. "How did you come back to life after two months of being at the burial site?" Ryan asked in shock. I replied with a smirk, "Like I always say, I am a cat with twenty lives." "Besides, tomorrow never dies and the angel won't even accept my soul."

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

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