Lost Life Game Novels & Stories

My reflection stares back—a girl who looks like she should be crying over a broken heart, not planning how to dismantle a goddamn death game from the inside out. Perfect Clear. Two of them. The System had to make a spectacle of it. A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “Should’ve seen that coming. Nothing’s ever quiet with you, is it?” I’m talking to the empty room, to the unseen architecture of the Game. It doesn’t answer. It just watches. My new phone glows on the coffee table. Sleek, transparent, cold to the touch. The Game’s welcome gift for surviving your first Instance. Your leash and your lifeline, all in one. It buzzed once already.

He says “You have all made it through the second sub-level of the Lunar Games, except one.” His words were hollow. Another girl was missing. One more life is claimed by this absurd game. Two girls were dead. Their absence was just a reminder of how close we all were to death. "You’ll have time to rest before the next phase," Darius continued, his tone indifferent. "But don’t get too comfortable. The games are far from over." I didn’t need his reminder. The burning in my skin, the ache in my muscles, the emptiness in my chest, the memory of the dead girls—all of it was enough to keep me painfully aware of just how far from safety we were.

The poor system laugh, where is his crybaby host a while ago? 'Okay Host! According to the maim system, if you cant complete this mission in 1 year and half a month. It is possible that you will be dead in your real world-----' 'WHAT THE DUMPLING HELL! What do you mean?!' 'Host. Of course if you really cant complete it. You can still continue the game. But you will transmigrate in different world's and earn points to buy your soul and reincarnate. This world you are in now. Will not give you points because this is just your temporary game in your coma days' system 143 wipe his imaginary sweat and lit a candle in his heart for his host.

That meant killing him was not the real condition to win this game. In a flash, I realized there was a crucial detail I'd overlooked—a fatal loophole in the game rules. If I died, I would enter the next loop. If I stayed alive, No. 99 would keep hunting me down until I was dead. Even if I managed to shake him off for a while, he would eventually catch up with me once I ran out of strength. There had to be some kind of hidden "survival time" mechanic in this game. Otherwise, it would be impossible to beat.

“There is one flag in the labyrinth. The one who brings it to the front wins.” “Just like that?” one asked. “That’s easy peasy.” “You’ll have to do whatever it takes to survive and get out of the maze. The flag must not be taken from your hands nor must it be broken. There will be traps inside, there will also be people who will combat with you. In this game, you lose if you die. Those who win in the game will enter the Black Auction and will be given a new name and life. Those who fail, will remain living their miserable, wretched lives.”

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

Her eyes widened open in suspense and shock as she awaits her explanation on that. "Stella is dead for sure!" She has died already and the same goes to Tyler who Hudson Killed days ago! Cherry was so Frightened on hearing that as her heart skipped in fears. "Everybody's going to die at the end dear, nobody will be alive because this life is like a games. We are actually in a games right now which was operated by someone and very soon all of us will be out of the games. Including me cherry so this is the time for you to be out of the game.

I go to turn around but get distracted by my phone beeping with a text message. "Dear Emma, you guys took so long looking for Emily that I got bored so we had to play some games to entertain ourselves, unfortunately for Emily she lost but she still has all her other fingers so it's not so bad. However, now it's time for us to play a game, and if you win you get Emily back but if you lose she dies. Look inside the box and you'll find your first clue. see you soon j x"

Where were they going to go? Contacting Wyndam was a lot easier this time. I called him by name, for a start. The glowing ball of light I created as I swam down lit up his eight eyes as he rose from the depths. I’m sssorry, do I know you? He had no idea who I was, so my theory that I was the only one reliving everything seemed to be right. Once again it made me think of this as a game. Losing a life and then redoing a level is the basic structure of just about every video game. Every time you die, it gets easier. Only, death was not something I wanted to experience again.

He realized, despite not being a video gamer himself, it was the game Lacey was playing when Janice last saw her alive. It was called The House of the Dead.