No Game No Life Novels & Stories

So, you end up accepting that this game has always been a single-player experience all along. To sum it up, life is just a horrendous single-player game. You're born alone. You're going to die alone. All your interpretation, memories, and experiences are only significant to you, alone. Everyone else is just a player with their own set of stats; so, that simply makes them your opponents. There're no such thing as a friendly bonds with no catch at the end of it. It's just a terrible, nonsensical game that I'm better off without. ----Miles Grimwine

I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

The game was simple but the nature of the game was extremely unfriendly and deathly. “The game…” Her lips moved with no sound, was utterly confused. “Yeah. It’s your game but I simplify it.” “With?” “There will be no passport nor healing potion.” “Ha. ha. Ha.” She laughed soullessly. “There are a total of five lives. Each death will be felt in the body regardless of the process. For example, if they died by plunging the knife into the heart, a similar pain will be transmitted into the body. And, they will have to wait for the next rebirth. Each scenario will end once there’s no survivor.”

The voice said, “If I worked for Emma, you’d already be in handcuffs. If I worked for Rafael, you’d already be dead. Think.” Nathan whispered, “Then who are you?” The line went silent. Then a single reply: “Someone who knows the game.” Nathan slammed the phone down. He muttered, “Someone who knows the game. What game? Is my life a game to you? My life is in ashes; you want to play games with it.” Nathan angrily ended the call. His phone buzzed again. A text from an unknown number: “Don’t move yet. you’ll see.” Nathan’s hands shook. He whispered, “What am I supposed to see?”

However, just as she took a few steps away from Lyra, the girl suddenly shot towards her and grabbed her by the collar, tossing her to the ground, away from the direction Jengo and her comrades were at. “Oh, come on, sis. Don’t do that. I was really thrilled to meet you like this, you know,” Lyra said. “I know I said I don’t know where to start with you, but that doesn’t mean I have no intention in speaking with you~ I’m just having trouble since we don’t do what you outsiders and traitors call ‘normal conversations’ in the Nex Pack. We talk, sure, but we not without some claws and fangs being used here and there. Actually…” Lyra trailed off there, a finger playfully resting on her chin. “Si

My fiancé, Jim Smith, had always been the kind of older brother who spoiled his younger sister. Harriet Smith, his adopted sister, was the first person he thought of whenever anything happened. When the craze for seasonal drinks swept through town, he was quick to buy Harriet the first one of the season. When he bought his first car outright, he saved the passenger seat for her to try first. Even when a fire broke out in our house in the middle of the night, his first instinct was to rush into Harriet's room and carry her downstairs. Only after he knew she was safe did he call to wake me. After I was injured in that fire, I finally lost my temper and demanded that he choose between Harri

They all did. Then, without a word, Luciano stepped in front of her, blocking the screen from her eyes, as if shielding her from the numbers that were still burning holes into her soul. For a moment, it felt like an act of protection. But it was also final. Like the curtain falling after a tragedy. And then he spoke. “Game is over, Noora Veneitte.” His voice was low, deep, almost dangerous but also restrained, as if saying anything more would have let loose something neither of them were ready to face.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

nothing good ever lasts it seems 2 WEEKS LATER~ Miguel and I were currently naked laying with our legs intertwined in his bed eating takis and m&m's and watching Tokyo Ghoul with English subs for Miguel. I was into it surprisingly and understanding Japanese was a bonus perk for watching anime and I didn't need to rush my eyes over the subtitles. I drank my Modelo as I watched. Unfortunately I recently received a text message from Sergio telling me that I was ruining Miguel's life. Really? I couldn't see it. I was sexing him up every moment, every single night and I offered to buy him whatever he wanted. Plus we were getting to know each other pretty well. I realized that he was only seventee

Darling: [Baby, when are you going to confront that arrogant heir? Leah: [After I get the last bit of money, we'll run away together.] Darling: [Timothy's a fool. He really thinks you love him so much.] The chat history ended with a message from my account. Leah: [Don't worry. Everything's going according to plan.] This meticulously fabricated record attempted to pin my death entirely on a dirty deal involving an unfair division of spoils. Looking at the phrase ‘everything's going according to plan’ in the screenshot, my soul trembled violently. The painful memory I had been desperately suppressing flooded my mind instantly.