No Game No Life Novels & Stories

“These questions aren't enough to make it difficult for you… This sentence internally… The taboo of revealing identity will result in death. How reckless?” “New recreations reach first to me, everything else… Nothing.” “You let go of Lady Alice. I just came up with a very interesting game. The game is called 1:1. Sound mesmerizing?” "I haven't asked the last question yet." “The first question you asked two questions, I answered them both. Law is law, fair contract. To say is to do.” "Okay. Put her down.”

He went to the balcony and talked to someone. My phone rang at the same time, someone was calling and it was from an unregistered number. I answered it. ‘Who’s this?’ I asked, The line ended as soon as I answered it, it must be a wrong number. Tobi came back from his call with him shaking his head. “Is there something wrong?” I asked, He glanced at me and sat on the bed. “I can’t contact our parents, but we are definitely leaving tomorrow. We can’t stay here especially since Calvin is lurking around.” He said,

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

CARA I stood up when I heard dad's footsteps. He wasn't in a good mood, neither was I. I was still recovering from the pain inflicted by Nicholas's belt, and yet another heartbreaking news that could subject me to a forever life game with frequent assaults. If I ever got married to a man like Nicholas, or better put, if I ever get married to this new person who's Nicholas but isn't Nicholas, I'm not sure I'd be able to crawl out alive.

Is one quiet night really too much to ask? I clasped my hands on my ears as the sounds of moans and groans from the other room was piercing through the walls of my bedroom. This is what I get for agreeing to living in the same house with one of the biggest players in campus, just so I could pay cheap rent. I laid down in bed, defeated. I couldn't even get through one sentence with all of the commotion from the other room. What the heck is he even doing to these women to make them scream all night? Is he really that good in bed?

“Oh, I know. You had me watch that Miracle of Life video with you like we were in a middle-school sex ed class.” “You never watched the end.” I shake my head. “I don’t want to see someone give birth until after I have.” “That might be a good idea,” he laughs. The waitress comes to take our food order. When she leaves, silence falls over the table. I’m trying hard not to think about the fellowship, and I have a feeling Archer is too. But he’s right not to bring it up. We’re in paradise together with no responsibilities. The week will be over before we know it, and then it’s back to reality.

But the air in the room tightened like a noose. He stepped around the table with deliberate slowness, the silver clasp of his holster glinting under the low light. “I’m not a god,” he said evenly. “I’m the man who decides if you live long enough to finish your sentence.” Lamberto bared his teeth, equally rising to his feet. “You don’t scare me, boy.” The click of Montez’s pistol chambering a round was louder than any shout. One second Lamberto was sneering but in the next, the shot rang out—sharp, deafening in the enclosed space.

"Exactly. Jerome's been running the company all these years. Mark just got back. What if—" Dad cut them off, his voice low and firm. "That's enough. I trust what Mark can do." Watching Jerome and Laura deflate on the spot filled me with pure satisfaction. In my past life, I refused to face Mom's death, and it gave Jerome and Laura the opening they needed to steal her estate and wreck my life. This time, I wasn't letting them win. Every old score was coming due. The moment I got back to Swain Group, I acted on what I remembered from my past life and bought the struggling digital media company I'd once told Rosalie to go after.

No whispers crawling through the air. The Game is over. Kael exhales beside me, a long, disbelieving breath. He looks down at his hands like he expects chains to still be there. Then he looks at me. “What do we do now?” he asks quietly. The question hangs between us. For the first time in countless lifetimes, there is no script. No trials. No goddess waiting to punish the wrong choice. Just us. I lace my fingers through his. “We live,” I say.

In order to ensure safety and security from any possible intrusions, all entrances were sealed while fortifications popped up increasing protection levels. This demonstrated readiness reflected an impending conflict that would soon transpire between rival factions. Lana's sudden call shattered the tense atmosphere. Although hesitant to answer, I eventually gave in to the inevitable situation. "What kind of game do you think we're playing? Don't you realize that it requires delving into personal relationships? Unfortunately, I have some sad news for you; the man whom you just called is no longer alive along with his group," Lana delivered a chilling blow. A surge of disbelief and anger surged