Buddyfight Games Novels & Stories

He switched the screen on his table back to the old game he played without caring about the surroundings as before. ...He had been out of business for many years, but his performance was still unrivaled... Ravyn knew from the early matches that the man she was challenging was the undefeated world champion of that fighting game. While thinking of how to make this colleague help her, Ravyn looks at the game Zen is playing. …This is it… "Let’s compete again with that game," Ravyn pointed to the RPG game on Zen's computer screen. "You mean this Ultimagus 3?"

I sit up, leaning back against my headboard. “Hey” Reed has the same hair as me, but green eyes. He’s also a couple inches shorter, and thinner than I am. He doesn't do any sports or any working out besides training so he’s not as bulky as me. “Felix went home for a bit.” he clears his throat, nodding to my PS5 “Want to play COD?” “Sure” I scoot to the edge of my bed, grabbing a controller. Reed comes all the way in, grabbing the other one. We get the game set up in silence. Then he breaks it.

“Nyx, where are you? I just went to your room and you were not there. Why aren’t you answering your texts? Please write back.” “Nyx, they are asking me to do things that I don’t want to do. I feel so alone…” I barely read the messages. I don’t need to read them all to see that my best friend is hurting. There is also a message from someone named “BRightBack.” In the email, there is a link to a shared folder and a simple note. “Write back.”

I watched as he hit the ground three times. A cheer so loud it made the ground shake a little, rose up from around us. Every wolf in the building ended up watching us fight. I wished suddenly the challenge hadn't been so hectic. We drew too much attention. Then I turned and held my hand out for the ex-champion. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't take it. Fighting, even if it was friendly, often led to grudges. But his hand clasped mine and I pulled him up. The boy kept his grasp on my hand, then he hoisted it up and another cheer rose vibrant and deafening around us.

An impolite lot, Rudy Rude asked, “I’d like to know Mr. Martin’s apartment?” Fidel was irked by the rudeness, so he returned the rudeness in his reply. “Should I know who’s asking?” Rudy Rude sensed the tone in the older man’s voice, so he answered with a big lie. “It doesn’t matter but we met in Bangkok.” “Well, I’m sorry but I can’t tell you that, mister,” Fidel forced a smile. Rudy Rude pulled his Beretta and pointed it to Fidel, threatening. “How about if I put a hole in your head with this?”

Sext Buddy: [I’d do anything to fuck you right now. Alicia muffled her screams again, unsure of what to send back to him. It was funny because she was and always has been a horny nineteen year old virgin and she didn’t even know the guy she’s been sexting since summer. She had found his number on her phone and decided to text him and they’d started talking and ended up becoming sext buddies. He said things to her, things she could only fantasize about and she loved it. She wanted to meet him so badly but at the same time, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if they met.

Your date meeting your opponent from a fight that he forbade you to take any part of and possibly figuring out that you are fighting for the money to help him with his mother’s medications. FML. “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You.” Adam gritted out once again, already on his feet and a step behind me. The guy smirked at him. “Oh, does the little fighter have a boyfriend?” I anxiously watched them glare at each other, switching my stare back and forth between them. “Well, this boyfriend is going to kick your ass if you don’t start running,” Adam growled lowly so that no one else could hear him. My breath got caught in my throat once the words left his mouth.

- to continue his studies. Frank didn't even care about John's reaction anymore. He quickly joined the game with Z. The game was a highly popular first person shooter game called "PUBG Mobile," where a certain number of players were placed in a server and were given a specific amount of time to kill all their opponents. The duo's skills were top-notch, and they didn't need to put in much effort. They immediately killed anyone they saw with just one shot. Frank kept chattering on the side. [Z, where have you been all these years? Why did you only show up now?]

Game The Bloody Battlefield is one of the games that he pioneered and developed directly with Liam and for eight years after its initial launch to date, it is still in the first place in the gaming world as the most difficult game that is played the most. "Hm, that's interesting. He must be a professional and reliable gamer, to dare to make such a condition," muttered Jayden. "That's why I asked you to face it, because you're the most skilled in the games so far. How about that?" Jayden snapped his fingers. "I'll do it. Hearing your story, I'm curious how good this mysterious gamer is." Liam looks at his watch. "Come to my office. You can log into my account to fight him."

I find Courtney Meyer's page because she's friends with everyone, even the people she's not friends with, and I pull up her friend list, typing in “Charl—!” A sudden buzz cut me off! It was a notification from the fighting game I usually play, called Battle Royale. It appears that my username: Low-Sero, still ranked first place in the country! Well, since I was about to kill myself, I thought about commemorating myself somewhere. You can't just lose it all and call it quits! You gotta win at something, too. The pop-up note says I have a challenger who wants to take me on. Their username is Mystic-Shadow; the ex-best player in the country.