Body Maker Game Novels & Stories

She returned her hands to the front of her stomach when the gunman locked his eyes on her belly. The gunman licked his lips eagerly. “I know you hate me, darling. You don’t really wanna talk to me. But tell me, did my game feel real to you? I tried to put real-life situations in the game, like your son’s kidnapping and the death of your husband. I wanted to make an action-packed video game, like Halo, Assassin’s Creed, or Final Kill 3.” The gunman paused for a second, licking his lips and admiring his last sentence. “The crazy couple who broke into your vacation house and kidnapped your boy were drugged criminals who were holding your son for ransom. But in my video game, I made the kidnappe

It wasn’t as easy as he thought it to be. After a short drive, I arrived at the training field, asked my driver to drive back to the mansion because I would use my teleporting abilities. The men at the training field bowed their heads to me, and I nodded and took a seat as I prepared to watch them train. About three hundred men were on the field, fighting and training with each other. Some were in their wolves' form, while some were in their human forms, fighting with spears and knives.

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

“Where are the rest of you hiding?” He turns his head away, jaw tight. Not even a curse slips past his lips. I glance over at Mark. “Bring the toys.” Mark grins, then unrolls the leather bundle on the table beside me. Small blades, twisted hooks, tiny iron tongs, a thin whip lined with barbs. Tools made to make grown men weep. My eyes land on the whip, three short metal spikes tied to the ends. Good enough for a start.

"Not only did you kill your brother, but now you're having delusions and slandering your parents? It seems your madness is worse than I thought!" "Still acting?" I sneered. "If my brother is dead, then Father, Mother, tell me, how did you get here today?" When I was looking down from the edge of the roof just now, I'd noticed the car. A black, armored Cadillac, with the special family license plate. It was the exclusive car of the Moretti family heir. "And that black sedan parked on the street below, who's sitting in it? A ghost?" "Why was there only blood but no body after Lorenzo's duel? Because he never died in the first place!"

“I think I should drive…” “Arghh!…I’m okay Beverly!”, she took a deep breathe, "You're only allowed to work with the tool you chose, unless you won't get any points" "I don't really get what you mean..." "Like I mentioned, the game is a man hunt sort of thing....Whatever body part appears after you 'start game' is what you'll have to find and scan into the game!" Her words sounded like a joke me, couldn't help but chuckle.

“What kind of game is it?” “It’s a racing game! You can design your own cars, give them custom paint jobs, and even buy extra parts to make them faster when you race with other people. This is the one I made.” He scrolls through the menus on the screen, displaying a very detailed racecar that has all the usual details that would appeal to a boy of ten. “Wow, that looks really cool,” I say, occasionally looking up at the ceiling. Am I imagining it, or did I just hear something scraping across the floor? “Your dad lets you have whatever you want, huh?”

A mechanical voice sounded, "Welcome to the Family of Four game instance. Please play your role as "Mom." "Clear condition: Survive 10 days and safely board the plane back to the real world. Players: 100. Survivors: 100. "Your real-world body is currently in a vegetative state. Only clearing the game will wake you. Death in-game means real death. Enjoy your stay." I was a housewife on my way back from grocery shopping when the car accident happened. When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world.