Cannon Fodder Steam Novels & Stories

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

Sarah continued to gush, "Oh, you have no idea how excited Isabella is to have you on board. She can be tough, but she only hires the best. You must be really special." Ethan chuckled nervously, feeling both flattered and a bit overwhelmed by the attention. "Well, I'll do my best to meet her expectations and contribute to the team," he replied humbly. Sarah, undeterred by Ethan's modesty, leaned in closer and said, "Trust me, if Isabella's impressed, that means you're more than just 'special.' You've got to be exceptional!" Ethan couldn't help but smile at Sarah's enthusiasm. He appreciated her warm welcome and hoped that he would indeed live up to the high standards set by Isabella and the

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

then the goddess preview an infinite information about the east alliance that even Esmia had never heard before. "Here, fathers brother had been sent her as a spy, right? This is the east main force and we located countless of weaponry inside the palace, the inside of the palace and even the outside, I tried to find any information about extra knowledge regardless of what does a gunpowder do, in fact the gunpowder is not letak but they use magical stones and mana fuels to ignite with this weapon, " then she swipe another one bring a blueprint same as the one that the envoy had presented. "I tried to imitate the same weapon that I had in my dream, luckily the goddess drew it well, this is the

She dodges me again by launching herself off the bars. I immediately stop my attack and turn my body to face her as my tail grabbed onto the bar keeping me in place. She grabbed onto the bars a distance away from me. Suddenly a cannonball fly right past us nearly missing her. We looked down and saw Troublemaker using Creadestor to create the cannonball, Lux pouring in the gunpowder, bug loading the cannon, Towcs patting it down, Troublemaker aiming it, and Lux firing it. The elf immediately launches herself downward to dodge the shot and grabbing onto the bar again. The cannon blasted off a small piece of the cage. Hopefully, no one falls out! Starting to think about it, the fake sheeps are

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

CANNON JESUS CHRIST. When my boss at B & A told me that my client was a fucking mess, the last thing I expected was to find a strung-out junkie dancing completely naked at a music festival for something called `five seconds of summer`. “How`s the view Cannon? Pretty chic, huh? Bet you are missing the Marines right about now, aren`t you?”

The face of the cannon fodder. Panic, cold and sharp, shot through me like a lightning bolt. I scrambled off the sofa, my legs nearly giving out. I was wearing a silk shirt that probably cost more than my entire apartment building. My hands flew to my neck, my heart hammering against my ribs. No bite mark. Not yet. But the delicate skin of my scent gland was smooth and unblemished, a terrifying blank slate. "No. No, no, no, no," I chanted, my voice a high-pitched wheeze. "This is not happening. I'm in a coma. I've got brain damage. This is a hallucination brought on by instant noodles and regret."

let's start the hunt kids —The crunching of bones breaking, blood flowing everywhere, heartbreaking screams from the Neophytes made us understand why they had hidden, they thought of coming to see one more of their blood shows without lifting a finger, they found a mundane massacre from which they could not get out —It was very easy Matallus, it was like a child's game —This is the beginning, they were what is commonly called "cannon fodder" and now we are going for the real prey "the lycans"