Novel Ready Player One Novels & Stories

"Young lady, I swear it was like a movie. One minute a nice fellow, Ethan, I believe, was his name, was showing us the new blueprints and asking us to show him the busted pipes so he could fix them. The next there was an explosion to two of our mills, throwing us off our feet." "They used our moment of shock to attack us, it was five of them. Beating us with iron pipes and bats." I nodded, then removed the thumb drive for the computer. I turned it over in my hand. “This isn't our thumb drive." "How do you know that?" Wendy asked, looking at the small device in my palm.

At the far end of the room, the final bed bore a fifth name. Eli Grant. Except unlike the others… his bed wasn’t empty. There was someone lying there still, covered in wires and a faint blue glow pulsing beneath his skin. “Eli?” Nora whispered, stepping closer. His eyes snapped open. And the system spoke again. “Welcome back, Player One.”

“Fine. But I’ll need your help. The library’s full. I don’t even know what I’ve read and what I haven’t.” I chuckled. “I have one here I finished a few days ago. Want it?” “Yeah, sure,” he said. “But I’m too lazy to come get it. Can you bring it? Or send someone?” Lazy. Typical Nolan. “Alright. I’ll come with the driver.” “See ya.” I changed quickly into something casual. A tank top, soft shirt thrown over, and jeans. I grabbed the novel, tossed it in my small bag, and headed outside. The air felt warm, my thoughts a little all over the place.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

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:

Tommy, her best friend, a handsome twenty-two-year-old giant of a man and an orphan who has been an unsuitable parcel shunted between overcrowded foster homes, smirked at her, “So, Di, what the hell happened to you? You looked dead, by the way.” “I'm not dead!” “Yeah right.” “I am not dead; you can see me, right? I'm doing okay,” she said, rolling her eyes at him as she remembered how crazy Tommy was. Freshmen days, and they met in the library, and ever since they became best friends. They have worked part-time at Bean Coffee for two years now. He was the one and only person on the planet who seemed rather fascinated with everything about time travel and such. She mentally shook her head. Ho

Luna Pov I blink my eyes open to an white unfamiliar room with many different people standing over me also in white clothes. I hear loud beeping coming from a box that's standing next to me. "Where the heck am I and who are all these people"?! I thought to myself my eyes wide as I searched around the room I finally landed on a face I recognized. "Everyone out except for officer Quinn," a tall man with a long white jacket said. Now it's just Officer Quinn, the tall man, and myself in the room. I look at them both but quickly avert my gaze down to my fiddling hands Officer Quinn is the first to speak.

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.

At last, my fingers flew across the screen, sending a message into the night. Staring at the white walls above me, a sudden flash of clarity swept through my mind. It was as if a weight had lifted. Born into a family like mine, with a father like him, I had always tried to save as many people as I could. What more could I expect in return? Maybe I was simply born to pay back the Chandlers.