Dungeon Punk Novels & Stories

'Shut the fuck up, you horny bitch. Could you blame me? Alessandro was bringing out a sexual side to me that I didn't know existed. He'd promised the next time he would spank me, he would use a belt and I wasn't ashamed to say that it excited me. It made me want to disrespect him purposely, but then again, I was quite scared of how far he would go. "There's a bunker on the far end that only four people have access to," Leonardo spoke, bringing me out of my dirty thoughts. "Me, Alessandro, Patrizio, and Carlo. Has all the kinds of weapon you could think about."

"Mabel clearly brought that on herself. Brandon and Vivian are childhood sweethearts, but she still insists on coming between them." Vivian, amused by the comments, cast me a guarded glance and then said, "You actually agreed to it so readily, Mabel. You're not thinking of using Brandon to get hold of my photo and then vandalize it, are you?" "I was wondering why Mabel was being so nice for once. It turns out she just wants to ruin the glamor shots Vivian specifically had taken!" "Mabel wouldn't dare!" Brandon Dunn, my boyfriend, snapped as he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me to the ground. He finally loosened his grip once he noticed my face turning purple from suffocation.

Reimporting the game data wasn't hard for me. "That's impossible!" X-7492 yelled. "I rewrote this dungeon myself!" "But you forgot one thing." I tapped [Confirm] on the screen. "This game was created by me."

Chapter 8 When we reached the bottom floor, this dungeon didn’t smell like most. There was always the smell of blood, vomit and emptied bowels where the prisoners were tortured for information; but this dungeon was like club freaking Med. I looked at Tina and Ron and we just shook our heads, it actually smelled like air fresheners and cleaning products. I rubbed my temples and mindlinked the team, “This is some bullshit. I could vacation here.” I said shaking my head.

"Then let's go there. Geremia get the men ready" "Yes" Geremia replied as he switched on the earpiece and ordered the men to get ready. Dante and his security team including Dracaryx and Valerie were soon on their way to the bunker. When they entered the forest on the outskirts of town where the bunker was located, they got down from their cars and started the walk to the bunker. When they got close to the bunker, they spotted some armed men which Dante's men took care of immediately. While all these was going on inside, Paolo was inside with Camilla. "Camilla, my dearest, all these beatings hasn't tamed you yet, maybe a good fuck will" he said.

Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit. “I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment.

Didi finally arrives in front of the bar, leaning forward, handing tickets and bills to the bartender. I wobble. All the guys have an unobstructed view of her perfect ass, and I'm two seconds away from pulling out my gun and shooting anyone who dares lay eyes on her. Who's the asshole who validated this shitty uniform? Ah. Cazzo. I'm the one. Nota bene: change the uniforms of the nightclub servers tomorrow. With only five meters to go, the lighting and music in the nightclub suddenly change. A waitress rushes up to Didi and pulls her toward the dance floor.

The service tunnel was narrow, damp, and reeked of rust and decay. Emergency lights flickered weakly along the walls, casting long, distorted shadows that made every sound feel like a threat. Kael walked in front, still shirtless, his powerful back covered in half-healed scars. Serena stayed in the middle, and Damien brought up the rear, silent as always. They had been walking for nearly twenty minutes without encountering more infected. The brief quiet felt dangerous — like the calm before another storm.

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"

- Bhlezy "yup"- Dessa "I have a little knowledge but I want to be clear"- Kaye Timot nods to this sudden question "in simple word, a dungeon is a place or stage, that consist of monster, treasure, and bosses but it is not easy"- Timot "So does it mean that we cleared two dungeons already?"- Bobby "that's right Uncle Bobby"- Timot "but come to think of it, if any of us are not here, maybe we are all died"- Jimboy