Broken Gaming Novels & Stories

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

How was that even possible when they hadn’t found a body? They went on and on, displaying grief they never felt, while I grappled with the lengths they were willing to go just to erase me. My brakes had failed. And now that I thought about it, my Jeep had been in perfect condition—even though I barely used it. How could the brakes have suddenly stopped working? And why were they so quick to declare me dead? I thought I had known heartbreak before. But this—this shredded my heart completely, setting it ablaze with red-hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance.

“That doesn’t mean they’ll succeed.” “They don’t have to succeed,” he replied. “They just have to keep trying.” Cassian exhaled slowly. “And in the process, they break everything else.” “Exactly.” Another spike hit the system. This one stronger. The interface glitched hard, then reformed into something barely readable—streams of conflicting code forcing their way into the same space. Aria’s fingers moved instinctively, not to restore control, but to separate the collisions. She redirected one signal, then another, forcing them apart just enough to prevent a full crash.

He pressed the bag of fallen hair against his face and released scream after scream of raw, gut-wrenching anguish. "Lily... I'm sorry... I was wrong... I was so wrong!" He smashed his forehead against the floor, over and over, until the skin split and blood ran down his face. His gaze drifted to a corner of the room. A rusted solid steel pipe leaned against the wall. It was the one they'd used to brace the broken door shut at night. A deranged idea took shape in his mind. He had used a fake broken leg to steal my sympathy and my love. He believed that if he truly became the crippled, penniless wretch he'd once pretended to be, I would forgive him. I would come back to him.

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

she suggests. I hesitate. "Are you sure? I'm not exactly in the mood," I say. Brenda grins mischievously. "Exactly. That's why we need to go. To forget Roman and his toxic games." I smile weakly. "Okay." Brenda hands me a tissue. " Perfect" "Now, blow your nose, and let's get ready to shake off that jerk." ###################

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

Then he wasn’t worth breaking a sweat over. Gabby stared at the screen of her laptop as she scanned through the report of the deal with LEE. Laila had sent the contract to her mail and she was to go through it. “Shit.” frustrated, she pushed her coffee cup off her table unto the floor. She grasped the fault in her action when she saw the coffee seeping into her expensive plush whit rug. She was working from home, because she needed time to rest. The housekeeper who was cleaning her study at the time stared at the mess in shock and Gabby smiled back at her guiltily. She’d just really been occupied for some time. God did she miss her mother. She felt empty these days. She wondered how long bef

He did keep his word. After that, Microworks never launched any new games. Their gaming department depended on operating top games domestically and internationally to earn money. Rubik could try all they want, but they could not plagiarize anything. They could only rely on their mobile card game and even did the same thing they always had before—rebranding the game over and over to create so-called new games.