Changed Video Game Novels & Stories

And just before I could process what he had said— the video glitched. The page refreshed. “This post has been taken down for violating community guidelines.”

" Lolita asked, almost disappointedly. "Yes. I will be faster with it and destroy them all on time." I replied, and the connection ended there. Lolita left me again. I was still thinking deeply about what to do when my phone started ringing, and it was Lord Jaycee's call. I picked up my phone and frowned. I had forgotten about him and the deal we had. After what happened between us, I thought he would no longer reach out to me, but it seems I had forgotten how stubborn he was. I answered the call and placed it on my ears. "Lord Jaycee," I called.

But Kate’s too fired-up to notice. Glitch is a video livestreaming app that she downloaded to her laptop, because once she actually went through a wannabe-online-streamer phase. It’s technically a livestreaming service but she changed the settings so it auto-archives any broadcast or, basically, any game for later viewing. Or at least for 10 days before being deleted. With luck, her video archive wouldn’t be zero. {Please God, don’t let it be zero.}

Giovanni barked. David blinked in tension. “There…there is a video playing on the screen inside. And it went viral on all social media accounts in Lombardy…” Giovanni's eyes curled at the corners. Giampaolo frowned. “Yes the video about the philanthropist work we did in last year. It plays every year. What's new in it!” But David shook his head. In a croaked voice he said, “The video is not of your philanthropist work, Sir.”

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

Cornelia pointed out. “I know,” Ryan replied with mock pride. “I wanted to try tennis, but it’s too tiring. I don’t want to sweat. Golf is chill. We’re all redoing something anyway.” “Not me,” Trunks said simply. Alejandro raised a brow. “Oh? What are you doing, then?” “Games.” Suhee looked up. “You did that last year too.” “Yes,” Trunks said, smiling faintly. “But this year I’m entering the video game competition. It’s different.”

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Gunner snorted at Khyle's halfhearted attempt to sell him on it. He sounded about as doubtful as Gunner felt. It wasn't that Gunner Jäger was adverse to playing some video games. Guys were guys after all. If there wasn't anything hot to pursue, then having a few beers and running your buddy off the road or shooting him six ways to Sunday was always a good alternate. Video games were fine. At home. At a party. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

"Then why the hell is the media putting up news that CD automobile is looking forward to partner with Liam's gaming mall?" What!? What the hell was she talking about? I put off the call immediately and head over to my X app. It's either someone's playing messy games with me or Gia's raving mad. It's neither. There's actually a blog post with the heading, "The Chadwick brothers on a gaming collaboration come 2026." Air immediately disappears from my lungs.

I was just plotting how to tease this flustered golden retriever when a small pouty face popped out from under the blanket. "Mommy, what's so great about Dad? Why don't you sleep with me anymore?" Mia's aura turned pitch-black. Darkblood Count's eyes were blood-shot. One fight and the whole place was getting totaled. I leapt up. "Stop! Fine—we'll all sleep together, okay?" So yeah. Back to the same cramped pile from a few days ago. Big bed ignored. First three days went smooth. Morning of day four, the system pinged—only 12 players left.

“And he had some weird job supposedly testing video games, of all things. He’d be up all night with his team or squad or whatever he called them. If he forgot to put his headphones on, I’d hear the gunfire whenever they stormed the bunker or took back the headquarters.” He frowned. “Testing video games?” “That’s what he said. It’s the perfect job for him. He likes to keep vampire hours. He likes to pretend to be all big and bad. He likes to expend as little effort as possible for his paycheck. But I couldn’t complain. He apparently got paid well and on time because he never missed making a payment to me.” “Tell me more about the video games.” “War-type games. Battlefields and soldiers and mi