No Game No Life Light Online

When I was 4, I met this guy. When I was 12, were together 8 years When I was 14, I foolishly discovered that I had loved him for a long time. When I was 17, we were a couple. When I was 18, we were a long way apart. I hope it's still you in the next life. Again, when I am 18, I finally met you. In my life, I admit I will lose to your hands.

We often anticipate the struggles for survival later in life. But for Iyunade, a nineteen-year old sophomore at the University of Ibadan, life's struggles pre-empts her growth as her struggles suddenly snowballs into her fending for her family even if it requires stepping off bounds.Fate, they say, works in mysterious ways! Along comes Olatunde, the gobsmacking, gorgeous twenty-two year old multimillionaire law student at the University of Ibadan who is beset with issues with his family. At first, Iyunade & Olatunde are oblivious of each others' presence but when their paths keep crossing, circumstamces set the ball rolling as they are left with no choice than to acknowledge each other.What happens when Tunde finds out Iyunade is a sex trader? Will Iyunade be able of turning a blind eye to Tunde's haunting past?Find out how these revealing secrets pan out as the journey of two grown ups from different worlds battle love and the trials of life...

Selene gave her all her love, her loyalty, her life. But when she learned the truth behind her husband's betrayal, it was already too late. Now reborn, she's no longer the naive wife they once controlled. This time, she's playing by her own rules. And payback… is only just beginning. But being back is only the beginning. What Selene didn’t expect… was that this new life wouldn’t follow the same script. Her past may have been tragic, but this present? It's unpredictable. The players have changed. The game is messier, new enemies new allies and new secrets. And everyone’s out to get what they want and Selene is caught right in the middle of it all. And then… there’s Collins. Collins never believed he’d be able to feel desire again — not with Sarah, the fake girlfriend he barely tolerated. Not with the desperate women who threw themselves at him. He had long accepted that he’d been broken beyond repair, emotionally and physically dismantled with no urges. Until that night. The M&D Corporation party. when the drug hit. He felt it — the spinning, the heat, the blur. And all he wanted was to get away. And in his struggles to hide he stumbled into the wrong restroom while shoving a figure out of his way in his haze… only to be met with a spark that shouldn't have existed. It should’ve ended there. But fate doesn’t let go so easily. Because the woman? She’s married off-limits and complicated..

“Mommy, love mo ba si daddy?” Napangiti si Zylah Almendras sa tanong na iyon ng pitong taong gulang na anak—si Jaxon. Sa isang dekadang pagsasama nila ni Bryce ay masaya sila lalo na at may isang anak silang bumubuo sa kanila. Kontento siya sa buhay bilang hands-on mom sa anak at mabuting may bahay sa asawa. “Oo naman, s’yempre,” tugon niya sa tanong ng anak at masuyong nginitian ito. “Pero si daddy love ka rin ba?” “Oo naman. Love din s’yempre ni daddy si mommy.” “Eh, bakit mas masaya si daddy kapag kasama—” Tunog mula sa tablet ni Jaxon ang pumutol sa sasabihin pa sana nito. Binalewala na nito kasunod ang ina at nakangiti na sa kung anong tinitingnan sa tablet. “Mommy?” Balik atensyon nito sa ina. “Hmm?” "Kailan kayo maghihiwalay ni daddy?” *************** Iyon ang simula ng lahat. Pagdududa. Pagtataksil. Pagkukunwari. Pagtitiis. Pero hanggang saan ang kayang tiisin ni Zylah? Hanggang saan kung hindi lang ang asawa ang inaagaw sa kaniya kung hindi pati ang anak?

Ardana Rasti menyukai Sandy, sangat suka sehingga dia menentang perintah kedua orangtuanya hanya agar bisa lebih dekat lagi dengan kekasih pujaannya itu. Sandy Andrea, lelaki jenius, bahkan sangat brilian, disukai Nana sejak JHS, tak pernab menolak, dan tak pernah menjawab kata cinta yang ditanyakan Nana padanya ketika JHS. Segala macam usaha akan dilakukan Nana. Akankah usaha Nana dalam mendekati Sandy bisa dan menggapai impiannya untuk bisa bersamanya? Lalu bagaimana membuat Sandy menyukainya, sementara cara - cara yang dipakai ketika masa sekolah sebelumnya pun takkan berhasil padahal jika melihat di FTV semua yang dilakukan Nana adalah cara andalan mereka. Jadi, Nana akan memakai cara apa? Yuk, ikuti perjalanan Nana dalam menggapai dan menemukan cinta sejatinya.

Semenjak kematian ayahnya hidup Kayla berubah dan banyak dihampiri dengan kejadian yang misterius. Beberapa bahkan mengancan kelangsungan hidupnya. Mengikuti berbagai petunjuk samar, gadis polos itu berusaha untuk bertahan hidup. Lambat laun, ia menemukan bahwa ada banyak sisi gelap kedua orangtuanya yang tidak ia ketahui selama ini. Lalu siapa pula pemuda kaya raya yang selalu membayangi langkahnya? Apakah dia malaikat penolong? Atau justru dia malaikat maut penjabut nyawa yang selama ini mengintai kehidupan Kayla. Benarkah ada sebuah rantai persengkongkolan untuk menyingkirkan dia dan seluruh sisa anggota keluarganya?

Rara, yang hidupnya tidak pernah bisa seperti hidup orang lain. Keluarganya gagal, kisah cintanya tidak pernah berhasil. Lalu apa yang dilakukan Rara setelah itu? Akankah dia dapat melanjutkan hidup dengan baik? Atau dia menyerah begitu saja?

There's an earthquake. I'm trapped underneath the debris with another young woman. "This woman's chest has been pierced by a steel bar. We have to save her immediately." The rescuers start to approach me when my husband, Quintus Ford, suddenly darts in the other direction. "She's pregnant! Save her first!" I look at him to see him staring at the other young woman in panic. He doesn't know I'm pregnant, too. The doctor who's trying to stop my bleeding shouts, "I can't stop her bleeding! I suspect she has a blood clotting disorder!" I force myself to nod and look at Quintus desperately. However, he says, "I'm her husband. I'll bear the responsibility if anything goes wrong."

The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress. On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa. When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!" She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?" Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me. But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me. I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”