Broken Gaming Novels & Stories

Georgia's tears stopped her from finishing her words. But whatever she has said was enough for me to understand why she was like this. Wrapping my arms around her body once more, I stroked her back softly. I had never been in such a situation but I didn't need to be there to understand how much betrayal hurt. “There there Georgia. People are shitty sometimes, I promise you, you'll find better.” I muttered, pulling her closer as she shuddered in soft sobs. As much as this marriage was fake, seeing her breaking down in my arms makes me want to reassure her.

A man on the verge of being cast out like trash. I slammed the empty glass down on the desk, the sharp crack echoing through the room. My breathing was erratic. For the first time since I began my games, I felt the sting of real, unrelenting loss. But I couldn't give up. Hell, I would never give up.

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.

He had a rough idea of Zen’s initial finances, but what he saw earlier shocked him. The gamer woke up this morning in a bad mood, and now, Liu Feng felt slightly bad for making fun of Zen. He had no idea weapons could break, but the title Zen received from spending so many credits to repair them proved that there was still a lot they did not know about this dungeon game.

I'll try to update early this time,please comment if you have a complaint about it,and also pppllleeeaaassseee vote Thanks,love you guys 😙❤💓💖

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

I shouldn’t have taken the job, but it was just another piece in a long line of my failures. I grab hold of anything in the kitchen not tied down and threw it, dinging walls and sending shards of debris everywhere, screaming as I let it all wash over me and take over. My breath was hard, the kitchen a mess of broken glass and ceramic. I opened the fridge again and pulled out the package of beer. In less than a minute I had the top popped and the first bottle drained. Two more in hand, I grabbed my cigarettes and headed out to the porch. It was warm, the day too nice outside for the destruction inside me. I was a bomb, explosive and destructive.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.