Ready Player One Novel Novels & Stories

I felt warm and very hungry as well. Finally after much effort, I opened my eyes. I was not prepared for the bright light that hit my eyes. I tried to use my right hand to cover my eyes but I felt too weak to do so. A groan escaped my mouth as I struggled to flutter my eyes open until I was used to the light. The most unusual thing happened. A really handsome man reached out his hand to my right shoulder.

“Here. Read.” I took the book, running my fingers over the cover. I wasn’t a bad reader, I even liked books, but there wasn’t a shred of me eager to read anything right now. He must have noticed my reluctance, because he insisted, dropping a motivating spoiler that the answers I was looking for were all inside that book. I didn’t believe it, but I tucked the book under my arm. I left with my heart beating faster than it should. An uncomfortable sensation sat in my stomach. Like I was surrounded by a giant puzzle, but the pieces had been glued together the wrong way.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

It was now lunch time, and the girl was in the office. To her left, Nikolias stood talking to the headmaster. As soon as the headmaster realized, they hadn’t given Cordovia an AP Science book; they walked over with one in hand. Apologizing for the mess from this morning, the headmaster handed the book over. Cordovia didn’t think anything of it, since this was truly her first private school. She was still trying to understand everything that was happening around her. Barely listening, she then felt a hand on her shoulder. Which caused her to jump, only snapping her out of her thoughts.

He gritted, his voice cutting through the thick air. "Queen Margery. You know she is kind and carrying, she takes care of the poor and she is accommodating homeless people like…like me! Yes, like me!” Shannon said hastily and quickly got out of the car, and then she ran across the street, almost being hit by a car. It was as if the alcohol in her system had been flushed out and suddenly, comparing MJ to a character from Game of Thrones felt like the best thing she had ever done.

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I reached the desk and touched the journal. The moment my ink-fingers touched the paper, the room changed. The red light vanished, replaced by a cold, clinical white. The girl’s bedroom walls didn't dissolve; they turned into **Glass**. Outside the glass, I saw thousands of people. They weren't "Shareholders" in gold suits. They were normal people. Teachers, students, parents, workers. They were all holding books. They were all reading. And they were all reading **Her**. "She's not the Reader," I realized, the horror dawning on me. "She’s a character too. She’s the 'Reader' in a story about someone who reads."

"Status: [USER DISCONNECTED]. Narrative Equity: [TRANSFERRED TO REALITY]." The screen went black. The silver apple on your desk turned into Pure, Ordinary Lead. And for the first time in 154 chapters, you weren't a "Reader." You were just a person, in a room, with a whole day ahead of you. The story didn't end with a "The End." It ended with the sound of a car engine Starting.

My name was scribbled across the front in messy block letters. Curiosity gnawed at me and I opened it with shaky hands . Inside was a single piece of paper. My blood ran cold as I read the words . YOU SHOULD HAVE RUN WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE. NOW I'M COMING FOR YOU.