Adventure Books Games Novels & Stories

A highly personal variation of the exact local encryption sequence I used for my personal terminal. The terminal inside this penthouse. A sudden, violent realization slammed into my chest, sending a jolt of pure adrenaline straight through my veins. The glass of scotch, the Vance threats, the corporate alliance—everything faded into white noise. Aria. She hadn't fled the city to hide from the monsters. She hadn't broken down and cried herself to sleep. She had dived headfirst into the absolute deepest, most dangerous end of the criminal underworld, building a rival shadow empire right under my nose just to drag me off my throne.

he asked. "Yes." "And the video?" "Yes." "You didn't respond." "I didn't know what to say." He stepped closer. "The truth would be a good start." "The truth about what?" "About why you're doing this. About what you want." "I don't—" "Don't lie to me, Diego. Not here. Not now." "This whole thing is a game to you. That's all I am." "Is that what you think?" He was in my space now backing me against the wall. "Then let's play."

We had a whole new game on our hands. * We didn't bother to break when the deal came back around. Stuff had gotten way too interesting to stop now. Meet the new game. Not exactly the same as the old game. It was the 'naked, fondling, stroking but no cumming, poker-esque experience.' First hand in the next round ended with Emma betting, and winning a breast touch from Ashley. I think Em was hoping to get her hands on Ash's Amazing MammariesTM (Patent pending. All rights reserved), but really, this could hardly be called a disappointment.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

"I raced drones. The reflexes from racing make piloting a mech easy. It's like a big game to me!" "Everything's a game to you, Kitt!" Alyx remarked, eliciting a round of chuckles from the table. "Alright, Alyx," Kedrick replied, "then it's your turn to play. Tell Dan here what you did to get so good with a long-range weapon." "Embroidery," Alyx replied. The table was silent.

The sun was hidden across the mountains, in a villa in the floral city, a traveler walked down the main street, looking for a place to spend the night, the mysterious traveler sat near a campfire, where there were people sitting around it. The traveler put his belongings next to him, then a small one approaches him, "excuse me, sir, they are 5 copper coins, they are to be entitled to the heat of the campfire, in addition to a ration of freshly prepared oatmeal," the traveler took the coins and paid the little one, the little one went with an older person and I give him the money, she gave him a tray with a plate and a glass, "sir I have" the traveler took it and continued to eat it, during h

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

"Can you please give me my backpack as I still got a drawing and colouring to do?" Prince Willem saw the backpack as he nodded his head and he stood up. Prince Willem strode over to Belle Rose's backpack and he got hold of it by the handle. Prince Willem was surprise to find how heavy the bag is and he queried. "What on earth have you got in here and how many did you bring?" Prince Willem brought the backpack over to the bed and he gave it to Belle Rose as she replied. "Two books, three notebooks, four pens and two metal tin of colouring pencils. A quill pen feather and an ink pot. I draw something that might take you by surprise and I hope that you will like it."

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”

He tilted his head to catch the cover. Realm of Empires: Advanced Strategic Compendium. He blinked. It wasn’t just a manual. It was the kind of dense, spiral-bound guide teenagers passed around online forums, pages full of charts, economics, and battle simulations. “What are you doing with that?” Adrian asked quietly. Leo didn’t startle. His eyes flicked up, clear and calculating, before returning to the page. “Learning.” “Learning what, exactly?”