Devil Gamer Novels & Stories

“Ms. Green,” I looked up from my computer immediately after hearing Mr. Mávros’, my boss’ voice. He didn’t even wait for my response because before I could speak, “I need the Milan files at seven a.m. tomorrow.” Mr. Devin Carlo Mávros, also known as the Devil, has been my boss for three years, and as his P.A., I knew better than to make reasons with him, but not tonight. I have a date.

In a corner there was a large tv, some gaming consults and two comfortable looking armchairs. Somehow, the gaming setup tugged at her heart. It showed another side of Bane, a more private side. Emma heard the bathroom door opening, and she turned and looked in the direction. She had to use all her willpower not to let the sip of chocolate drip out of her mouth as she looked at Bane.

His short tousle brown hair, Greyish blue eyes, sexy lips that begs to be kissed, and he don’t seem much shorter than the other guy. “Hey Angel, you’re finally back.” “Yeah, sorry about that but I was stopped a couple of times.” “Hi Angel, my name is Legion and the guy other there is Leviathan, but I know he’ll let you call him Levi. Alright Angel, while Tequila will be keeping me some company, and so that’ll mean you get Levi all to yourself.”

I growled. Chief Robert smiled with a satisfied look on his face. "Good. We knew you would be. This is his file." He pushed a folder across the desk. "Dante Giordano. He’s like a ghost. Never photographed and always in the shadows. He's called the devil by those in their circle.” He mused. “The eldest out of the three Giordano brothers and he's extremely ruthless."

"We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them. After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky. The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now. And for the first time, I understand what my father meant when he said: "Trust isn’t built in this world, Adrian. It’s weaponized.”

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

They rushed the hallway again. Elara stepped forward into the doorway and opened fire. The corridor erupted in gunshots. Two attackers fell. Another stumbled backward, clutching his shoulder. But the rest kept advancing. Bullets slammed into the metal frame of the doorway, sending sparks into the air. Elara ducked and reloaded quickly. Behind her, Dominic launched another command. SECONDARY FIREWALL ENGAGED This one was different. Instead of blocking the virus entirely, he redirected the infected processes into a looping cycle, a digital maze designed to trap the program inside its own replication patterns.

I couldn’t go much longer without making love to her and making this bond permanent. “Nice speech, Captain Maverick. Very moving,” a familiar voice said. “Sounded like a bunch of bull to me.” I turned to face the two macho fools brave enough to utter such nonsense. “What the hell are you two clowns doing here?” Storm barked. Storm lurched forward, but Gage grabbed his shoulder. “My Dad bought half of the bar. My team seems to like this spot as much as yours,” Ryder said. Ryder was the captain of the Daciana Devils. He was dubbed as one of the best defensive players to come out of the game in years. He was also the reason I was out for two games after the derby.

“You slaughtered them! My entire family! You will pay!” Ayra ducked behind a crumbling wall, heart hammering. The full weight of the confrontation pressed down. She caught sight of George’s wild eyes and felt the heat of his personal vendetta. And then he barked, pointing at her. “You! You’re mine! All of you are mine!” Lucian fired without hesitation, moving like liquid through the chaos, suppressing George’s flanking men with perfect bursts of fire. But George didn’t hesitate—he lunged, barreling toward Ayra, unafraid of the bullets snapping past him.