Novel Ready Player One Novels & Stories

“Open it.” Nico reached under the console and withdrew a velvet-lined box. The same one that was on the screen. He set it on the table and flicked the clasp. Inside, a single chess piece lay on its side: a knight, carved from onyx. Beside it was a folded slip of card. He slid the card to Nero. Nero opened it with a thumb, eyes flicking once across the line. “‘Check,’” he read aloud, the word drained of surprise, of anything but cold interest. “Cute,” he added, turning the card around to see if there was anything on the back.

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Her mouth curved slightly, then she turned away, lighting the butt of a cigarette with careless confidence before disappearing through a side door. Penny exhaled shakily. “I think I just lost five years of my life.” I didn’t respond. My thoughts were already racing ahead, mapping something I didn’t fully understand yet. Three queens. And somehow, without trying, I had already met two of them. As we headed for class, one thought settled heavily in my chest, quiet but insistent. Newton Prep wasn’t just a school. It was a game of chess. I was a pawn. And whether I liked it or not, I had already been placed on the board.

It felt somewhat like an insult and I know for a fact that Robert Deville is a cocky man but to think he would disrespect me over the phone with a mere receptionist irked me to no end but since I have a mission to accomplish, I couldn't afford to ruin it by acting out. I arrived in front of the hotel room and nervous would definitely be an understatement to describe how I felt at the moment. The fact that I'm about to walk into the room of the father of someone I tried to kill made me feel both nervous and excited at the same time. Nervous at the fact that I could shoot myself in the foot and play right into his trap and excited because thrilling situations like this are exactly what I live

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There were still enemies walking around, breathing freely, while she was trying to piece herself back together. And Alex… He’d pay. He’d pay for every bruise, every injection, every tear she shed alone. I arrived at the building. It was quiet. The kind of place that didn’t exist on official records. The fixer was already waiting, arms crossed. He didn’t say much...just nodded and led me into a room that smelled of old wires and anticipation. The lights were dim. On the wall, a massive screen glowed. Joe’s face filled it. “It’s about to start,” the man said.

He was confused about whether to walk forward or backward, due to some Nigerian barbaric belief that moving backward or doing things backwardly usually regresses one's life,so he resolved to move forward. He walked for several minutes without spotting any people or footsteps, and he wondered where he could be. "Is this some kind of game?" He wondered. "Am I in a lonely world where I'm running from something like Danger Dash and Temple Run?" He walked, still wondering. "Hello! Can somebody hear me? He yelled. "Gaddemit! What sort of thing is this? If this is part of my destiny or my fate, or whatever they called it, I don't think I'm ready for all these." He confessed.

I turned and saw a servant holding out a folded letter. “Where did you get that?” “A raven came this morning. It had your name on it. No one else’s.” A raven? Fr? Not a text or something? How old fashioned is this person? I took the letter slowly, already feeling a pit settle in my stomach. I unfolded it and read in silence. "Dear Mima," "How sweet. You're gathering soldiers. Building your little army. Such a noble effort for something so... doomed." "I admire your spirit, truly. But you and I both know it won’t be enough. Not against me. Not against what I’ve become."

(Weekend) Natalie's P. O. V I checked the time on the wall clock. 7 more minutes till 9:00 clock. I don't know why, but I've been especially nervous—and eager for today, even though it's not a date. I checked myself in the mirror to put in some last touches; I was finally ready. I locked my room door and proceeded downstairs where I met Maggie and Greg busy with themselves. " Hey." I greeted as I went to grab myself a bottle of water.

ABUJA, NIGERIA. The day Amani dreaded has arrived in full force which makes her think whether the twenty one days really did happen or she was just dreaming but it was no dream when she woke up and saw Mika'il's new babban riga sitting on the couch in their room where she's neatly kept it the night before. She wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare that she has going on but no, the reality hit her just as hard in the face like it did when she heard the news. She can't even point out the reason why she needs to wake up, she wants to sleep the whole day.