Novel No Game No Life Novels & Stories

"You don't belong here! You're a freaking monster! You weakling ugly nerd!" Now I've really had enough! I shook my hand because of what I heard. Call me whatever you want bitch, monster, freak but not weak. Yeah, I'm a short-tempered girl but what can I do? This is me and I will never change because I was not born just to please others. Now you just wake up the demon inside me. We will have a game, my dear schoolmates. It's called DEATH GAME. In this game, I'm the only one who can decide if you're going to live or not. I'm the predator and all of you are my prey. All of you are included in this game. There's no exception.

He would stride out before going in slowly. This moment continued till they slowly fell asleep and disengaged from each other. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please do check my new book "Contracted To The Mafia Brothers(18+)"

Bling Bling (said confidently): “You didn’t ask.” Su Lan (in her mind): A mini Su Lan picks up her hammer ready to beat someone. Su Lan (in a lower tone): “Oh, so what is the price?” Bling Bling: “Nothing really. Just some pits. Life and death game. You will be put in a life and death situation. You have to find out how to deal with it. Depending on how you choose to deal with the situation you either gain something or lose your life. But even if you lose your life with your Descendent blessing skill Auto revival you will regenerate in 50 days. So no problem at all!”

I even called out Lily’s name. But no matter how much I screamed, my voice eventually gave out. No one came to help me. I thought about giving up. My life was already ruined, and everyone hated me. So what was the point of staying alive? I hugged my tattered bag to my chest, the notebook inside pressing painfully against me. I traced the words on the cover. Those were the words I had written when I felt like I could not go on in prison. A cellmate had told me to write them down. “Stay alive! Emily York wants to stay alive!”

EVERYTHING WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK IS FROM MY OWN IMAGINATION. I OWN EVERY COPYRIGHT TO THIS WORK/NOVEL!. I HOPE YOU AMAZING READERS ENJOY THIS STORY. AND PLEASE, I'M NOT GREAT WITH ENGLISH, IN CASE YOU SEE ERRORS, JUST PLEASE PARDON ME. PLUS, NOTE THAT THIS BOOK IS FICTION. DON'T CONNECT UNREALISTIC DRAMAS/ACTIONS TO REAL LIFE. . "Good job everyone, this movie is a great hit because of all your hard work!". The director said out loudly with an excited voice.

Ernesta was completely lost, but then 001's robotic voice filled the air, “We're in a novel called 'The Genius Game Designer and Her Foster Father'. You're currently the antagonist and have a tragic ending. Your mission is to change your fate and fulfill the character's wishes.” Ernesta rubbed her forehead. Changing someone's life, was that really as easy as 001 made it sound? “So, what's the story about?” she asked. “The system wants to upload the novel's plot into your head. Confirm to proceed?” Ernesta nodded. “Confirm.” “Here's the author's introduction:

Didn't reach out to anyone from my old life. I just sat in that apartment above the hardware store, one hand on my still-flat stomach, and tried to figure out how Nova Hart had become Elizabeth Moore. And how Elizabeth Moore was going to survive what came next. Alone.

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?”

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!