Broken Gaming Novels & Stories

The road was spinning; Denise staggered along throwing her hands in the air like a lunatic. Her heart was shattered. Her little dream was a mere fantasy. The reality of Clark’s true colours made a sharp pain cut through her stomach. Denise was on the road and there were moving vehicles but she did not care. If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price.

Lucas then shifted his gaze to Carlos, who stood quietly by his side. "How's the casino construction in Las Vegas?" Lucas inquired, his attention still divided as he signed several stacks of documents on his desk. "There have been a few setbacks, sir," Carlos answered, which caused Lucas's hand to pause once again. "And the reason?" "We've encountered some issues with the heavy machinery we've been using," Carlos replied, drawing a deep breath and exhaling it harshly. Over the past week, nothing seemed to go as planned; everything that usually ran smoothly had turned chaotic.

“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.

I say. "How can you be so sure?" "Because you're Richard Westwood. You built an empire from nothing. You don't give up." "What if this time it's not enough? What if I lose everything?" I take his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Then we rebuild. Together. Richard, you're more than your company. You're a good man, a good father, a good partner. Even if you lost Westwood Enterprises tomorrow, you'd still have what matters. Me. Grace. People who love you."

"What's going on, Remi?" "On the day of the launch, a game came out one hour before ours. The core code was precisely the same as the last changes I made. We canceled the livestream to avoid being accused of copying." Remi looked at their faces calmly. "I've been keeping an eye on this fake. Sometimes their bug solutions are quick, sometimes they're slow, and a lot of the time they're wrong. They don't completely understand the game. But a quick fix every now and then shows that someone knows the basics well.”