Broken Gaming Novels & Stories

“I’ll be over to see you later. We can discuss it then.” Sapphire ended the call, returned to her wheelchair, and wheeled herself back into the living room to continue her charade. Her jaw tightened as she made a vow to herself. “I won’t let her win. I’ll bring him back and remind him that he’s mine.” No. He’d come back on his own—he always does—but he needed to be reminded not to underestimate her. Her mind buzzed with schemes, but none felt solid enough. Her frustration boiled over, and she grabbed the wine glass, flinging it onto the ground, where it shattered with a deafening crash, startling the workers.

emoji. I used to comfort myself by saying that she was the CEO of her company and had to be extremely busy, so she wasn't replying to my messages because she was earning money. Only now did I understand that she just didn't have the time to respond to my messages specifically. Even the medical report showing that I couldn't produce viable sperm was fake, something she fabricated because she didn't want to have children with me. I didn't know when I started crying, but tears now blurred my vision.

"Sorry, I'm not looking for a relationship." "Who said I liked you like that?" He stopped, giving me a bewildered look. He was... so weird. "Then what do you mean?" "We're meant to be partners. Partners in crime," he clarified with a grin. I tilted my head, trying to process his words. "Sorry, I'm also not into organized crime or whatever you're planning." "Crime? What on earth are you talking about? Do I look like a criminal to you?" he asked, looking thoroughly amused.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

Her eyes meet mine and says, "Jessie, before I met you, I was broken. I was a pile of broken pieces, a mess left behind when I lost my late wife nearly three years ago. "This last year I've felt those broken pieces meld together only to shatter again a couple days ago. They shattered when you and our daughters left me for an old wedding tradition. I've never felt so lost during those hours than I did growing up. "I stand before you now and vow to love you till my last breath. I know I've come close a few months ago and I'm sorry. I vow to be your strength as the days unfold, your shelter, your home. I vow to cherish every moment I can grasp," she chokes with a smile, reaching up to wipe my t

Little Tod curiously leaned over to look. "Brother, what's the news?" Mark: "Look at this. There's this game that's been really popular lately, called 'Destroying West Duke'. It's super violent. Some students played it and started acting like their characters, leading to school violence. Two students put the victim in an oil drum and burned her, causing severe burns to one girl. Another boy fell from a height and broke his hand. This news just came out three minutes ago."

Ren asked, turning to Brog. The blacksmith crossed his massive, pixelated arms. "More join us every cycle, Player. Merchants, guards, even low-level dungeon bosses. When your virus severs their behavioral scripts, they wander the code until our scouts find them and bring them to the Bastion. But they are restless. They remember being killed for sport. They want revenge." "They'll get it," Ren promised. "But the battlefield just expanded. The glitch isn't confined to the game anymore. It's bleeding into the physical architecture."

Nothing had exploded. Nothing had cracked. But the game had changed. I looked at Avery, at the calm steadiness she wore like armor. “He thinks we built this on fragile ground,” I said. “He’s wrong,” she replied. Ash settled into a quiet, predatory vigilance. ‘Now we hunt,’ he said. I nodded once. Alaric of Hollowcrest had stepped into proximity believing it was power. He had forgotten something. We had already survived Kade. We did not fracture under pressure anymore. We reinforced.

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