Devil Gamer Novels & Stories

said Regi, who did not want to get caught up in the crazy game of his CEO. According to a rumor also a Gerand Yosefa is a person who likes to play girls, not play games. He was a player not a gamer. So Regi must defend himself so as not to become the next victim. Regi came to work not a prey who deliberately surrendered himself by entering the tiger cage. A Regianis wouldn't be easily trapped. Gerand was seen grinning before answering Regi's question, his new secretary candidate. "Good, I like something challenging and tough. Something easy happens a lot. One small mistake the punishment is kissing my cheek, then the big mistake of the punishment is being my sex slave."

She unequivocally trusted Eva, and believed her when she said that humanity was better off without him. Eva told her a few stories about how he had griefed his way through Bellum Aeterna, and his name was often met with ire when spoken aloud. Miko wasn’t sure what a griefer was, as she had never experienced that level of harassment in a game before, so she asked. “They’re not very complex,” replied Eva. “They simply get off on hurting other people. Hindering their progress, or pk’ing them over and over.” “Why?”

Noticing her confusion, Derek continued. "I call him Devo because, once the supreme Alpha sent Nicklaus to war with only 300 men against an army with 3000 men. It's said that Nicklaus killed hundreds of men on his own and came back home with victory. He was only sixteen at that time. After that, he won every war. People said that the battlefield was his playground and began to believe the rumors about him being the son of the forbidden. I, on the other hand, believe he is The Devil."

The actor playing the centipede monster was no longer moving. “Who are you?” Graham and the crew turned back around, staring at the green-haired man with frightened eyes. The man chuckled and flipped his palm over to reveal a jade-green dagger, a tool that looked like it came out of a game. Blood was still dripping from the blade. He spoke in a peculiar accent, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emerald Devil, placed number fourteen in the world’s assassin’s ranking.” After that, Emerald Devil directed an infatuated gaze to Snow, speaking in a tone laced with excitement and longing, “Who knew that the little bunny with a bounty of eighteen billion dollars on the dark web was so pretty

she thought she had finally gotten over it all, she thought she had finally gotten over her emotions and her past but it seems she was still stuck in it. Zephyr's held her tightly in a close embrace, refusing to let her go. If he did, he might lose her just like he lost his mother. He couldn't bear to let her go, he just can't. "It's going to be fine" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were flickering from red to silver. He seems that there are so many people he has to destroy for her to finally be happy. People, he has to destroy, so that he can finally wipe out those memories from her being. People, he has to send to the underworld for her to be safe.

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

she said. "I told you. He might be called the devil but he's nothing like that. Why do you keep hating him when he's done nothing wrong? If anyone, King Augustus is at fault here. He sent support to the Ploretina's army just do he could thank them for marrying Princess Nefertiti. What if they decide to attack us too?" She thought about it with a rational mind. Adrian was never the problem, Deira was. He only followed orders. That doesn't make him innocent but if he didn't do as he was told, someone else would.

He replied. “Where is David? Didn't he go to work on the other side?” “Your shift has ended, it’s my turn to work.” “You haven’t answered my…” “Enough with the question.” His voice became shady. Charles grunted and went away while a Spike still in disguise, positioned himself behind the bar. He attended to a few customers. He laid flat on the floor, ignoring the customers who were yelling for a bartender to attend to them. The semi-automatic Beretta 92FS was already set to do its job. He raised the gun to be leveled with his head, then cocked the gun and fired.

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.