Netori Games Novels & Stories

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

PRESS RELEASE: AEGIS INNOVATIONS CELEBRATES BETA PHASE 3 "The future of gaming is here! We are proud to announce the winners of our regional qualifiers. These three lucky operators will be the first to experience the Neural Link Interface v3.0." 1. Elias Thorne (Gamertag: Viper) 2. ... [Data Corrupted] 3. ... [Data Corrupted] Ren stared at the screen. The other names were lost to digital rot, but one remained. Elias Thorne. Ren opened a new tab. He didn't search for Elias Thorne in the news. He searched the Sector 7 Community Obituaries. Sector 7 didn't keep good records. The poor died every day, and the city rarely noticed. But the community kept their own lists on local bulletin boards.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

Of course, I'm obliged to refuse since I was busy with my investigation. 'Oh, hold on, this might be a great chance to build my rapport.' "What are we playing, then…" I asked since I had no idea what game she had in mind. "Hmmm… Termination Game!" She declared. "Ter.. termination Game?" I repeated, since I got confused with the name…

His voice was steady as his gaze swept across the room. "On this beautiful occasion, I'd like to make an announcement." He paused, his eyes settling on the child in my arms. "To celebrate Noah's birth—and as security for his future—I will be gifting him five percent of Hargrove Enterprise's shares." The entire hall erupted in shock. Five percent of Hargrove Enterprise's shares equaled an astronomical fortune. It would be enough to ensure Noah lived in wealth and comfort for the rest of his life, and even placed him among the ranks of the ultra-rich.

We arrived at a quiet block in the slump of town. A few meters down the road was a cluster of pubs and clubs with blinding neon lights that lit up the night. The streetlamps were dim candle lights compared to them. It wasn't the best neighbourhood. The area had gone on TV several times, notorious for its crime rate. The jeeps lined up by the curb and everyone except the drivers got off the vehicles. "Let's start playing, boys!" Quentin howled as he led the small army with his shotgun in hand.

It was one main reason he has called him. Sensing the look on his son's face, Beta Craig decided to chime in, his voice commanding attention."We need a multi-layered approach," Beta Craig said. "All what you all had suggested are good but we just need to combine them together. The patrols, alliances including traps which would even make the border impenetrable." The room fell silent as everyone began to consider Beta Craig's words while Sage watched as his father unfolded a detailed plan that no one had ever thought of before. "Establish a rotating patrol schedule…" Beta Craig explained. "Pair experienced warriors with younger members. This ensures knowledge transfer and adaptability." "And…

"So, you never liked me? Not even a little?" "I did, once," I admitted. "But your jokes showed you weren't worth it." Ignoring her and my raving parents, I ordered security to escort the troublemakers out. Predictably, my parents wouldn't let go of their cash cow that easily. They first bombarded me with calls and texts. Then they rounded up some online reporters, blocking the company entrance with phones live-streaming. "World-famous designer Troy Nielsen is an ungrateful son. He hogged $50 million and dumped his parents!"

--- "Do you believe that four misfit people can save... the ending world? My name is Nini and this is my team. Follow our adventure inside the world of Ever Realms. "Will you be the legend have been intended to be?"

Finally, Nero stood, adjusting his cufflinks in that unhurried, deliberate way that meant only one thing: decision made. “I’ll meet Viktor again,” he said finally. “If he wants a game, I’ll play it. But this time, I’m setting the rules.” Nico nodded. “When?” “Tonight.” “Alright, boss. I’ll have it arranged.” Nero was gathering a few papers from the desk, but Nico’s attention was drawn elsewhere. His eyes landed on the discarded book Nero had tried to hide earlier, and a strange curiosity gripped him. Without thinking, he leaned over and moved the folder that Nero had placed over it, and then froze.