Broke Gamer Novels & Stories

That's when I saw that Gamer Frozen was online. Then, I sent him a request, but instead of asking to play, I asked if he wanted to chat. He replied, "Yeah, is everything alright, though?" I hesitated before responding, "No, but I need someone to listen to me right now. Anybody at all." A few minutes passed before Gamer Frozen replied, "Sorry for taking so long to respond. I'm here now. You can talk to me, lay everything out. I'll listen and won't judge."

Max lacked knowledge and experience of the trade, As his father, being a liberal person, had always encouraged and supported him for his ambitions which was to be a gamer for which he had practiced hard and won many prizes as well as being recognized as a rising player with his own team, but surprisingly he kept his personal information hidden and played using a half-face blue mask, which made him widely popular and known as "GamerX" But before he could announce his identity, his team insulted and removed him and impersonated someone as him, as the opposing team had given a huge sum of money to them ( A fact which the team's manager acknowledged it to his face) and with no evidence, he was b

A bright smile curled around her lips as before she waved me goodbye, Christen Walker was once my mate. After I had the accident, she decided to break the mate bond because I could no longer fulfil her needs. After losing my mother, that was the second most hurtful thing I’ve ever been through. The pain, the hurt once those words are said and the ritual is performed. It feels like someone rips your heart out and squeezes all the blood from it, rips it into two and then puts it back and leaves you there to mend it on your own.

BROKEN: having given up all hope. I walked into the main school building, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. It's been six months since I last saw my bullies, Dylan Thompson, James Sanders, and Tom Miller. I'd always wondered why they despised me; I'd never done anything wrong, I'd always stayed in the shadows, never drawing attention to myself, but it was never enough for some reason they loved making my life in high school a living hell.

he asked. Moments of silence passed before Theo broke into uproarious laughter. "Oh man, that would be fun to watch," he stopped laughing and turned serious, however amusement still glimmering in his eyes. "No seriously, It would be fun to see you craving for something with all your being and not getting that atleast once. You so need a heartbreak, Nick. Maybe then you will stop acting high and mighty for once and start acting like a human or better yet a playboy like me," Nick noticed a glint of jealousy in Theo's eyes as he gushed on how conceited he was and how badly he wanted to see his heart break. However, Theo couldn't see how his words had affected him. Even his driver who was standi

she asked, pretending to be irritated at the familiar faces that came to pick her up. The first one to come out of the van was Bambi–Jada’s manager, confidante, gay best friend, mother, father, older sister, and older brother all rolled into one. "Shut it! As if you didn’t know, I haven’t been dating for weeks!” Bambi rolled her eyes as if reminded of his sad love life. “Actually, no one wanted to date me because I’m broke!” He continued, pouting his hot-pink lips.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

She broke off, sobbing into her hands. Dominic clenched his fists at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. The sight of her broken and battered filled him with a rage he couldn’t place—at the men who’d done this, at himself for putting her in harm’s way, and at the entire situation as he saw his life spiral out of control. A soft knock on the door interrupted the moment, and a doctor entered, her expression sad. “Mr. Hale, Mrs. Hale, I’m sorry, but I must speak with my patient.

I work at Golden Rose Hotel as Maitre d' in its restaurant. Five years ago, after my divorce, when I was working in a shady pub as a waitress, Nick Miller, the famous Hotel tycoon and the owner of this very hotel, saved me from a very touchy and very, very drunk customer who was trying to talk to me after my working hours were over. 5 years ago Today was another very tiring day at the stripper joint, where I work as a waitress at night. All the dirty hands spanking my butt and drunk customers trying to kiss me made me feel so dirty that I wanted to rip my skin.

His foot came down hard on the screen. Once. Twice. Three times. Glass shattered beneath his shoe. He backed away, breathing heavily as he stared at the mangled phone lying on the ground. For one long second, neither of us moved. I looked at the remains of my phone, then looked back at Alex. And, I burst out laughing. His face fell as confusion flashed in his eyes. I walked over, picked up what was left of my phone, and turned it over in my hand. The screen was completely broken.