No Game No Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

"The Vance estate sweep is complete. Victoria didn't just run; she pulled her entire deep-cover network off the grid. She knows the core ledger data leaked at the masquerade has ruined her reputation with the high table. She's cornered. And a cornered viper doesn't look for a hiding spot —she looks for a throat." "She won't find it here," Malakai said, stepping away from the glass, his massive frame casting a long shadow over my terminal. "This sector is entirely registered under a ghost corporation. The biometric grid is airtight." "Don't underestimate her desperation, Thorne," Zero warned. "She has two billion dollars in untraceable bearer bonds and a roster of international mercenaries wh

It was close enough that every person in the hall accepted it without question. I did not accept it. I said nothing. "Game Three begins in four minutes," the voice crawled continually. "No rest period. The game is called Dead Weight. Each player will be assigned a partner by the system. If your partner dies during the game, you lose two lives. If you cut the chain yourself, you will be executed immediately… No exceptions." The screens on every wall lit up simultaneously. A list of names in paired columns scrolled until it stopped. I found my name on the left side.

Rojan knows that there more to life if he keep surviving, and that someday he will realize why his eldest brother like the game. Gone with the game. Yet he conclude it is a life. And if he keep losing...and losing. Who knows what will happen to his pitiful life?

“ How about we play a game ? That way we can get to know each other a bit more . “ said Noah . “ This will be interesting . “ said Ryan . “ What game ? “ asked Ayla confused . “ You guys better not get ahead of yourselves with us here . “ said Amra . “ Amra , what are you saying ? “ said Noah with a nervous smile looking at Ayla . “ You ladies are more important . You aren’t like the girls we play with . “ said Ryan . “ Hmph ! I am glad that at least you have some sense in you . “ said Amra . “ What kind of game do they usually play ? “ asked Ayla . “ They usually play bets on who can make the girl the other chooses to follow them home and sleep with them . The next morning , they give her a

My attention was entirely focused on the young man next to me. "Noah, how do you switch weapons quickly? This button?" I asked, leaning toward Noah's phone. Noah, who from the start had a god-like level of indifference toward the drama around him, didn't even glance at the deadly showdown between Skyden and Elliot. He chewed the last of his food casually while tapping the screen of my phone. "Not that one, Linora. Tap twice on the small backpack icon in the bottom right corner," Noah instructed, pointing to the screen of the shooter game we were playing together. The battle royale-style tactical game required our characters to survive on a remote island against dozens of enemies.

“Let them watch.” He shook his head like I was a lost cause—fair—and then he turned, boots echoing sharply as he walked away, vanishing into the metal gloom. I stepped into my bunk and leaned my back against it, eyes shut, breathing harder than someone who technically didn’t breathe. Leah was alive. Ezren was here. And the game was a lie. All of it. No second chances, redemption. Or return to life. Just bullshits. But there’s a way out...

she whispered again. He waved it off gently. “We’re all just trying to make it out alive. No one here gets to hold onto regret forever. Not tonight.” They fell into silence again, this time not awkward, just full. Then Arlo cleared his throat. “Alright. I’m playing a game. Everyone has to say one thing they’ve never told anyone in this room.” “Oh lord,” Liv laughed, “You are truly unhinged.” “Go on then,” Arlo challenged, “set the pace.”

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Gunner snorted at Khyle's halfhearted attempt to sell him on it. He sounded about as doubtful as Gunner felt. It wasn't that Gunner Jäger was adverse to playing some video games. Guys were guys after all. If there wasn't anything hot to pursue, then having a few beers and running your buddy off the road or shooting him six ways to Sunday was always a good alternate. Video games were fine. At home. At a party. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.