Novel No Game No Life Novels & Stories

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

I’m about to be transported to somewhere to play a game I know nothing about, other than the fact that it gets to decide my life or death. I turn to Liz. But she’s no longer next to me. Instead, a child who looks no more than ten years old is who I find. Are the people governing this place so cruel that they want a child to play their silly games too? “I’m scared,” a small, shaky voice, belonging to the child, says. I try to be the big sister I never got the chance to be, and I offer a small, reassuring smile. “I’m scared, too.” His eyes are glossy, and it looks like he’s going to cry. “I don’t want to die. Psalm said if I don’t pass, I’m going to die.”

Her body to claim as mine. Getting what I want has consequences. Collateral damage is real. In the game of crushing kings of men, I never planned on my heart being a sacrifice. Find out more here Cocksure Co-written with Olivia Kelley A life altering lie, ten years, and one wild night later, the game has changed. Niko My life is great. I love my job, have awesome friends, and a great family. Women love me, even if they know it’s just for a night. I always thought love at first sight was bullshit. Then she came storming into my life. She tore through my every rule, rocked my world, and knocked me on my ass.

my mum suggested, “there are some other children by the swing set.” Noah looked up at his dad who gave him a pointed look. He knew he had no option so he followed me towards the swing set where a whole bunch of kids were playing. “So how come I’ve never heard of you,” I said as I cuddled into my new puppy. “No one has,” Noah shrugged off. “How old are you then?” I asked. “Eleven.” “Well, I turned eight today,” I said smiling. “Oh cool, happy birthday,” Noah said. "How are you Uncle Robert's son anyways?" I continued to ask out of curiosity, "He doesn't have a wife or a girlfriend."

I ordered all the supervisors of each department of my mob to present here. Meanwhile, my heart was adjusting to new sensations and the brain was knocking some sense into my scatty brain. Life, it’s nothing but a game, you’ve to survive every level and When you win one you get more hurdles in next, each level gets harder and tricky but one thing you gotta fit in your thick skull. You fail once, won’t have a second chance in this life game.

The floor was sparkly and the books were neatly arranged, but I could feel the dust beneath the shelf as I ran my right hand on the smooth wood. Twice in a day. Same straightforward question, the same tight-lipped response. Like Camille, had something sinister happened to the rest of the family? Was Salvatore… dead?. Why won't anyone tell me anything? What was the family hiding?! I swept through the books, not the new ones, but the old ones kept away on a special-looking shelf. Most of them were about the Axtons, history, journals, and keep stakes from their previous lives in the mafia world. I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch.

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

For a brief moment, a flicker of something crossed his eyes, but his face remained as calm and unreadable as ever, showing no signs of desire or need. Raising his glass to mine, he said, "Leah, I'm indebted to you in this life. I'll repay you in the next." I stared at him, not saying a word. "How can you be sure that I'll still love you in the next life?" He forced a smile, awkwardly tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Sorry, I was being greedy," he admitted. I lifted my chin with pride. "A woman as good as me? You don't deserve me."

Selena's voice rang out, her command halting my every movement. James ignored me completely, instead taunting, "Selena, don't play these little games with me. You think if your brother confesses and goes to jail, you'll finally be free? You really think that's how it works?" He chuckled. "You're nothing but a toy I've used before. You've forgotten how you begged for me, haven't you? Come on, call out to me one more time. Let's see if you still can." The weight of his words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me frozen and speechless.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”