Body Maker Game Novels & Stories

“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.

"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack. "Yo bro," I grinned back. "What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated. "That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?" "Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."

It was like no massage cubicle she had ever seen. To begin with, it wasn't a cubicle. It was a full room. And there wasn't just a massage table in sight. The room was filled with an array of things, some Emma had never seen. There were shelves along one wall that held every possible sex toy one could imagine. Emma found herself staring at dildos and vibrators in every shape and size, most of them reflecting the blues and purples of the room. There was a rack that had every type of whip imaginable draped over the pegs like winter coats. There were steel rings attached to the opposite wall at multiple heights and a few braced to the ceiling above. Off to one side was a contraption that looked

" I said. The gate electronically opened and Greg drove in. Every single thing was a masterpiece, from the artificial fountain to the lawn and.... Everything. My oh my. Finally Greg parked his car in the garage and when I got out u realised that it wasn't the only car there. I'm going to count that later. "You built this? " I asked Greg since he was an architect. "Not really. Bought it and renovated the parts I didn't like." he answered. "Typical Maddox" I muttered. Soon Maggie, Greg's girlfriend, came out to welcome us. "Hello... And welcome." She greeted. "Hi, you're pretty, much prettier than the last time I saw you." I commented. She looked startled. "Well, your brother has been stuffing

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

DAMIEN'S POV The engine roared to life. "Faster." I ordered. We couldn't afford to waste time. My mind was filled with different possibilities. The driver pressed harder on the accelerator. The black Rolls-Royce shot through the empty road, moving towards the estate. I made sure security was tight enough for her not to leave and I knew she wouldn't try to. Because her father's dagger was still in my possession. My phone screen lit up with a call.

“I have toys to help me with that.” Archer groans. “And now I’m thinking about you touching yourself. You’re not helping me, Quinn.” “You should invest in some toys,” I say with a giggle. “I can get you a mold of my vagina.” Archer laughs. “I honestly don’t know if I should turn down your offer or not. Nothing will be as good as the real thing.” “We can do a two-for-one special and you can make a cast of your dick. I’m thinking I’ll get it made in pink with sparkles.”

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

As I'm going around shooting when I need, I turn around just in time to see my mother's head being torn from her body. And just as I'm about to run to her, I see my father. He leaps into the air and lands on all fours. A smooth and successful mid air transformation. He leaps on the back of the wolf that killed my mother, and claws and bites at the wolf underneath him. I take a look around and there's not many people left standing. Bodies lay every where. Body parts are thrown across the place. Bullet casings glimmer under the moonlight all over the ground. I can see fighting everywhere. I'm about to go to my dad's brother when out of no where I'm knocked to the ground. A wolf snarling above