A Broke Gamer Novels & Stories

I have a huge smile on my face completely unaware of what's about to happen. "Okay, I Heather Black, Gamma's daughter, reject Allistar Macken as my mate." She doesn't even flinch as she rips my soul apart. She even has a smile on her face. All I can feel is the burning in my heart where the bond is trying to sever. God it feels like there's fire burning through my veins and all my bones are breaking at the same time. This pain is unbearable. I never in a million years thought being rejected was a possibility. People are rarely rejected because we all know how precious the gift of a mate is.

He was extremely reputable even amongst members of the Revengers squad. Mico Styles glanced at Jimmy Miller's hand, which was in a cast, and laughed, "Who broke your wrist?" Mico Styles had meant this as a joke. However, Jimmy Miller replied, "I don't want to talk about it, Mr. Styles. I've disgraced the Revengers squad. I messed up in a small place like Eastblue city and got my arm broken by someone."

He told me he loves me every much even tho am broken, be said, he will protect me and my child so I trust him. Lucas didn't say much but listened as she told her story. Am sorry you and your daughter have to go through that nightmare. Now that your reunited with your daughter Amy, she will have a fatherly and motherly love that she has been craving.

"That day when you said she was sick-" "Her breathing became hard and I was broke." He heaved a breath. "I couldn't even get a check up for her. I wasted all my money on those stupid games." So you sold them. "For a second, I thought she was gone forever." He leaned his head back on the wall, and clenched his fist. "I broke my ego and asked money from my friends. Next morning, I sold my games to pay them back." "Dhruv, stop going round and round and tell me the truth," I pleaded.

His shoulder shook as he broke down crying. Michael's heart broke as he took in his broken Omega. He cursed himself for what he had just done. He hated that he scared Noah and hurt him with the Alpha command. That wasn't his intention. He never wanted to hurt Noah; he just wanted to show him he couldn't talk to him like that.

“Losing your last paycheck on some poker game?” “Please, just give me more time! I’ll pay you back! Every cent!” Carter wailed, tears streaming down his bloodied face. “We gave you time Carter, and you used it all up,” The gun guy chuckled darkly. “You ran out of that when you placed your first bet. Don’t make promises that’ll get your organs sold, Carter,” the guy with the gun taunted, his grin a little too wide. “You like staying alive, don’t you?”

Until he engulfed me into the biggest, longest, best hug. It was almost like he fixed all my broken pieces.

“Oh no poor Ireland how is she doing? I need to go see her. We can leave now if she wants. Is that what is causing you so much pain love? We will help her get through this.” “No that’s not it this evening the pain that caused Ire to black out was the beginning of the mate bond officially breaking.” “Well then she will be free of him soon.” “Except that my grandmother…” I engulf her in a hug pulling her tight against me because I know when I finish what I am about to say she will need my comfort. “Says there is a possibility that she won’t survive the breaking.” A scream leaves her mouth that is muffled by my shoulder as I hold her to me. My skin is quickly soaked by her tears, I am trying ev

I fired back without hesitation, forcing the shooter behind cover. Before I could reposition, another man rushed straight toward me. Not with a gun. A knife. He slammed into my side with enough force to send both of us crashing against the metal fence. Pain shot through my lower ribs instantly. Sharp. Burning. Focused. For half a second, breathing became difficult. A rib. Probably bruised. Not broken. I'd broken enough bones over the years to know the difference. "You good?" Reeves shouted while firing another burst toward the remaining attackers.

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”