Dxd Games Novels & Stories

DAMIEN’S POV The moment I lifted my paddle, the air changed. Eyes darted around the hall, quick, greedy and calculating. From me, to the woman standing at my side, to the dagger gleaming under the auction lights. Because they all knew one thing — I don’t bid on things without value. So if Damien Salvatore had raised his paddle for a mere dagger, then it was no longer just a dagger. And greed always follows certainty. “One point five million.”

Alex’s arms buckled; he caught himself on elbows, forehead pressed to scattered spreadsheets. Damian didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled back slow—almost all the way—then slammed back in. Desk jolted. A coffee mug tipped, rolled, spilled cold across papers. “Fuck yes,” Damian hissed. He set a brutal rhythm—deep, punishing strokes that punched the air out of Alex every time. The desk creaked in protest. Files slid to the floor in soft thuds. Alex tried to keep quiet but couldn’t—small, broken moans slipping out with every thrust.

"Do you know what I do to people who steal from me?" "I wasn't stealing. I was borrowing—" "You were stealing and now you're lying about it which makes this worse." "Please," David said again. "I have a family. Kids. I need—" "You needed three hundred thousand dollars? For what?" "Gambling debts." "You stole from me to pay gambling debts to someone else." I smiled. "That's almost impressive." "I'll get you the money—" "You will but first you're going to do something for me." His face went pale. "What?"

“When will you all get a nice girl and settle down? Aside from you, of course, Conrad, since you’re still too young.” Conrad snorted at his sister to show her his annoyance and returned his attention to his tablet, playing the new, not-yet-released zombie game Hayden and Darcy had given him as a trial from their video game company, HD Game, Inc., which they had built themselves from scratch a year ago.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

But he had a heart of gold, he was probably the only boy I would let near my sister, ever. And that was saying a lot. “How is he?” I mused absentmindedly picking at my wilted chicken sandwich. “He’s great, he’s right here actually let me call him over,” before I could tell her not to worry because I didn’t want to disturb him. Another thing about Hiro was he was always working, always. He had a dream of starting his own game development company, and I knew he would make it one day. There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!”

Summer said before she closed the door. Mason frowned before he lowered his head to glance at his phone. When he saw the notification, he seemed to understand what happened. He stared at Xena's name for a moment before he let out a small sigh. Then, he returned to his apartment. … After School, Summer's newly launched horror game, reached two million registered users within just 12 hours of release. Content creators across all major video platforms were all announcing that they would be reviewing the game soon. Early the next day, Hartford Group had an emergency meeting.

The generic arcade game sounds started to play as the monkey threw down the barrels looking to knock us down and keep us from getting to Katrina. “THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT! Misogynistic fucking video game bullshit!” Katrina was shouting as I was smashing barrels after August would jump them. “Way to perpetuate the damsel stereotype! Melania, I will make you wish you were never born!!!” She continued to shout.

I asked sharply. "I own high-end nightclubs around the country, strip clubs, my own search engine company, safe from humans, and a security company which is in the works that will provide high-tech security. I have stakes in many powerful companies worldwide, and I own a string of hotels across Europe… And…" I saw the hesitation in his eyes, as he licked his lips, exhaling. "I’m the creator of the Alpha X Gen games."

Max stood under the cold shower, his head down, eyes closed, with the image of Emma when they had sex in the dining room that morning. It had been three days since he saw her in his apartment and couldn't kiss her. The worst part for him was that he hadn't run into her again, and this afternoon, she left early. He was indeed being intense and needed to calm down. It was finally Friday, and he was getting ready to go to his father's house.