No Game N Novels & Stories

It was the only gift from Linux that wasn't sent away. Nathan hugged the cat while he ate a peanut and asked, "How's the company doing lately?" Rex drank a mouthful of wine and shoved some peanuts into his mouth. "Commander, the latest popular game now was made by our company. We're just waiting for you to endorse us!" Nathan took a look at his phone. "Oh.." He had been quite busy lately, but he had always been following his beloved wife's career. He knew she had gotten thinner from all those nights of staying up late to write game programs. He didn't understand what was so fun about the game, but everyone was playing it.

He grunted like the game was beneath him, but he played anyway. “I still get nervous before games,” he said. I blinked. That one caught me off guard. I stared at him a second longer than I meant to. Damn. This thug gets nervous? That was a surprise. Then it was Noah’s turn. His face was hard, unreadable. He took the stick and stared into the fire. “This is stupid,” he said. “It’s all just bullshit. Surface level shit anyway. I’m not playing.” Coach Dennis didn’t miss a beat.

Sitting on the bed, I prepare myself for what he knows. "So, there are two things. The Wolf Game is what you have seen where the werewolves fight. It actually has a name. People refer to it as the game, mostly, ‘The Wolf Game’." For it to have a name means this isn't small and simple. "What else did you find out?" "We might not need a test to confirm who you are. I'm getting information on the wolves that are kept there on show. Amazing fact: people pay hundreds to go in and see those wolves!"

- to continue his studies. Frank didn't even care about John's reaction anymore. He quickly joined the game with Z. The game was a highly popular first person shooter game called "PUBG Mobile," where a certain number of players were placed in a server and were given a specific amount of time to kill all their opponents. The duo's skills were top-notch, and they didn't need to put in much effort. They immediately killed anyone they saw with just one shot. Frank kept chattering on the side. [Z, where have you been all these years? Why did you only show up now?]

If they checked that card, would they realise I wasn’t Nora Feathers? Is the game up?

Daniel asked. “Well because it's my comfort tool, I can't go anywhere without it, you see,” she responded as she gave puppy dog eyes. “By the way, the suits actual qualified for this game even after the tragic news of the death of Matteo, you see, also the bears for some weird reason,” Nola stated “Oh so that means the Grey's, Bears, Blades, Suits and we the Darkwood are the ones playing this game ?” I asked. “Yep, that's what it seems like dear,” she responded in a sarcastic tone.

No wonder they make so much money. I slip my bra off, breathing in relief as soon as it hits the ground. I turn on the TV and feed the cats, then sink down on the couch with my phone in hand. Dad texted me during dinner, asking how I was feeling. I reply to him and search through N*****x for something to watch. I’m dozing off when my phone rings. It’s still on silent from dinner, and it takes me a minute to locate it under the blanket I’m snuggled up in. It doesn’t help that Neville’s fat butt is laying on top of it.

My heart slammed wildly, my hand clenching the bedsheet tight under the blanket. What was he doing? Damn it, just kiss me already! I held my breath, not daring to open my eyes. However, my lashes trembled. The next moment, his hand left. The room fell deathly silent. All I could hear was the hammering of my own heart. After a while, the door clicked shut, and Leon was gone. Slowly, I opened my eyes, my gaze sharp and clear. The game has begun, Leon.

“To Amira Santis. As tonight is the beginning of her downfall.” “It already is.” Nathan clinked his glass against hers, his grin sharp. “And to us. To getting back what’s ours.”