No Game No Life Novels & Stories

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

This totally counts as aggravated assault! [Where's the system? How is this level of violence still allowed?] The system stayed silent. Of course. In a romance strategy game, the female side character's life was never a priority. I was just an NPC, a disposable obstacle on the main couple's road to true love. I was the evil backdrop to show how kind the female lead was. But I could feel pain. Real, searing pain. "You won't talk, huh?" Blake pressed down even harder. I heard the soft, sick sound of skin splitting, followed by a fresh, hot rush of blood. Black spots danced in front of my eyes, like static on an old TV that just lost its signal.

“Don’t. You can forget I exist at all. I knew I was a game. It always is a game with you all isn’t it?” “You all?” Tadeas’ voice was allowing his confusion to sneak past. “Yes, men all of you. Always some type of game. Guess what, in my game you only get one life, you wasted yours.” I spat approaching the slowing car. “We need to talk.” He said following me towards the car, grabbing the door to stop it from closing. “We do not. What is there that needs to be said?” I questioned infuriated. “Everything.” His voice was slightly broken yet irritated.

“You made him dead.” Nero’s mouth quirked. “Yes. I did, right?” he beamed with pride. “So I did. And yet his shadow keeps an appointment. I wish he had a grave that I could pluck his bones from and feed it to the dogs.” Nico’s gaze narrowed on the single chess then trailed back to the screen. “Shadows don’t cut power to locks. Neither do they send packages,” he said slowly. “People do.”

“Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductions of people, I mean with the vast majority of people playing this so-called game. There should have been such news. Which only means it’s all false. The game might be real but those rumors following it are simpl

Three years after faking my death, Adrian Shaw and our son found me. I fought to get away from them. I cried. I struggled. I told them I'd rather die than go back. Then my seven-year-old son put his hand on my mother's ventilator. Adrian stood beside him, and his voice shook when he said it. "Mia, you pick. "Either your mother suffocates in that bed, or you're Mrs. Shaw again." I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up. But I didn't have a choice. I signed the papers and married him a second time. When I walked back into that house, I became the perfect wife and the perfect mother. Whenever my adopted sister Nina was upset and needed Adrian with her, I never called him — not

“There’s a lot about you that I find fascinating. You’re so carefree. I don’t recall a time when I was ever like that.” “I’m boring. That’s what carefree translates to in my world. Boring. There’s nothing special going on in my life.” “You’re interesting. A life of drama does not make a person interesting. Living quietly doesn’t mean you’re boring. It just means you know what you like and don’t like.” “What, um, what do you do? For a living, that is.” “Noah is a video game designer,” Gerri said from across the table. “Really? What kind of games do you design?”

I lied again cos I knew I had to make sure he believed it. Ares looked at the hairpin momentarily. “I don’t need to ask. I already know you didn't come for pillow talk.” I opened my mouth but no words came so I pursed them shut “You don't need to say anything. For freedom, a person can even do the insane. I will tell you though, there is no such thing as freedom. Let's say you succeeded to kill the groom and end your forced marriage, would it change that someone will always control your life?”

A five-against-five group battle took place. Team CE’s members used their perfect maneuvers and skills to kill the opponent’s AD and Support directly… Outnumbered by the defeat, the remaining three players frantically escaped. Right then, Noah’s Lee Sin ran in between those three players and kicked all three of them. The three players were instantly killed… The god-like gameplay stunned everyone! The live stream channel— “Oh my god… My idol is epic…” “Is Noah Miller an eSports god?” “He’s an eSports god whose time has been taken up by the entertainment industry… D*mn, he’s so cool…”

I called out the names of the game displayed, "Fortnite, God of War, Destiny 2, FIFA 21, Mortal Kombat, Grand Theft Auto,... Mr Martinez, it sounds like a movie name." "I don't know any of the names you said." "I don't even know. Um, why don't we try basketball?" He sat on the chair and said, "There's a basketball game listed in the list?" "Yeah, it's something under the nba. Want to play?" "No, you'll win." I laughed and said, "I haven't played like this so I don't think I'll win. Don't worry." He stood and said, "Okay. Let's try that."