Ageplay Story Novels & Stories

ZAIRE’S POV Two years ago… I was fuming, my hands balled into fists as I busted through the doors of the arcade, with Jasper and Reggie hot on my tail. This was the place I knew I was most likely going to find that piece of shit. My heart was beating so fast in my chest, and the rage surging through me was like nothing I had ever felt before. But then again, this was my usual reaction whenever anything had to do with that prick, Burkhart.

Baka ka-apilyedo niya lang. Itinabi ko ang files nilang dalawa. This two agent knows each other and Zykiel is from WSA and probably, Nayla too. Bumaba na ako ng sumapit ang ala una. Wala ng mga agent sa pasilyo na kasalukuyan pang under construction na mga palapag. Tuloy tuloy akong bumaba hanggang sa lobby.

Tell me all of that was a joke, and I'll fill your entire closet overnight. ‘I'll buy you so many new, beautiful shoes.’ I listened to every word, numb and hollow. Nothing stirred inside me anymore. No matter how intricate or how beautiful those new shoes might be, none of them would ever be as special as my first pair. Whatever Declan and I once had was over. It had burned to nothing but ash, just like those shoes. I walked out barefoot, and not a single ‘family member’ came after me. Only Petra's voice lingered behind, dripping with satisfaction. "You're really not going after her? She looked pretty upset."

So get ready to face me because I am very much thrilled with your courage and so want to give you all a chance so that you all can at least see me before death and so for that you have to meet me but meeting me is not going to be easy at all because for that you have to overcome some difficulties or I must say you have to pass some levels and if you pass those levels or test than you are most welcome to meet me I think Blythe knows about this game very well after all I embedded an delusional story in her mind after deleting the original one, so I hope that at least she must be the one who is not going to disappoint me, anyhow it's enough with talks and now get ready for some action

Paige laughed out loud like a psycho and threw her resignation letter on the ground. “Even my dead spirit would never be submissive to you. Good luck, Alice Ligne, I QUIT!” Paige stormed out of her office with a cunning grin on her face. Phase one, Plan two was completed. She was now going to move next to phase three. Paige's past was more of a battlefield than any normal child's life. She was burnt to death and was transmigrated to last six years into her past to set her life straight and have revenge on her enemies.

She gasps dramatically. I roll my eyes at that, getting back to what I'd been doing. "Hey, what are you doing over there?" Instead of answering, I turn the laptop screen to face her. "Oh, I love this game." She says, quickly coming over to join me. Because I was bored, I started playing love story on my laptop, I loved the characters and the plot. I was halfway in the game when Avery joined me, but I didn't mind changing the story line. At first Avery and I play well, agreeing on most things but as the story progresses, we start disagreeing on which guy is perfect for the girl, totally delaying the game.

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

As expected, the women around Ray were not simple. Paige looked at the girl in front of her—so stunningly perfect in proportions that she could find no flaw at all. Her face was nearly flawless, and her figure was even more enviable. That alone made it difficult for Paige to counterattack. Because… she really was "earlier." In the pre-apocalypse world, that would have made Paige a home-wrecker at best. But now? She wasn't even a third party anymore. A ninth? A tenth? Or maybe… already in the teens?

I reach the city and I drive through the streets, headlights cutting through the dusk, I realise that if I want to make any impact, if I want Logan Rossi to even notice the past I carry, I’ll have to find a different angle, a different approach, a game far subtler than confronting loyalty and love that is already rooted in steel and sunlight. For now, I settle into the silence of the car, letting the city lights wash over me, thinking, planning, calculating. Maddie may smile, may know him as well as she claims, but I am Michelle Morris, and I have never given up on the game, on the fight, or on the man I know will be mine.

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.