No Game N Life Novels & Stories

It wasn’t a game. This was war.

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

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?]

Once everyone found out I'd bought this crappy little company, even the people who used to believe in me started giving me that look, like they didn't trust me anymore. "A digital media company on its last legs is supposed to beat real estate? Especially on a project we've sunk nine figures into? Please. Looks like this newly returned Mr. Mark is all show and no substance." "I'm still Team Mr. Jerome. Mr. Mark's been gone for ten years. How is he supposed to compete with Mr. Jerome, who's been studying business the right way since he was a kid?"

A glint of silver—his curved blade slipped and hit the ground with a sharp clang, landing three feet from my boots. He didn't even glance up. Just barked, "Pick it up." The wolves froze. Eyes locked on me, waiting for a show. I knew this game. Last life, he treated me like his damn servant. I didn't move. Just dug my heel into the gravel and said flatly, "You dropped it. You pick it up." The training ground went dead quiet. Even the wind cut out. Kain's head jerked up, eyes lit with rage. "What did you just say?"

They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

"Sure, it was good, but there was nothing special about it." "Are you kidding me?" "Nah, you are just jealous." Spencer said."You know very well not many can pull that shit off." "I can." Some of the guys laughed. "What? Y'all think I can't do it?"Finn snapped. "We don't think that. We know you can't." I didn't know what video they were talking about. I hadn’t seen it. After our game last night, I went straight home. Showered. Ate. Laid in bed thinking about how crap we actually were. I didn’t open my phone. I was too pissed to do anything else, really.

The voice grew louder, scarier. "The groom is dead!! The groom is dead!!"

Let the game begin. --