Dxd Games Novels & Stories

[The Beginning....] 3 YEARS AGO Klara (PoV) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 20:30PM "Get away from me!" "NO!" "I don't want to dance with you!" I keep saying to these really annoying drunk guys who won't leave. "Hey Foxy Mama, You smell kinda pretty. Wanna smell me? Hoo-hah!" Says one of the guys, pretending to be Johnny Bravo. "No! Leave me alone" I say pushing him off

Caspian insists on paint with no harsh fumes. Zavian on the other hand spends an unreasonable amount of time researching cribs. I tease him about it until he shows me the number of safety features he has compared. After that, I stop teasing. We choose a white crib with simple lines and a conversion kit so it can eventually become a toddler bed. There will be a matching changing table and a small dresser. For the chairs, we argue for nearly an hour. I want something comfortable, Caspian wants something practical while Zavian wants something that will survive years of use.

"You have my encryption codes. You have their data. Why are you handing it to me?" "Because I want to crush them," I hissed, the venom in my words entirely real. "The Vance syndicate has spent years suffocating this city's underground, and they just tried to burn my sanctuary to the ground. I want their distribution lanes, I want their black-market connections, and I want Victoria Vance ruined. You want your empire secured. We have a common enemy."

Majority of the campers are boys because game addiction is their thing – to be exact, Dungeon Raydens-addiction. Dungeon Raydens is a sandbox-style MMORPG that’s a one-stop-shop for a lot of things. Kate remembers that, when Ecto was still around (darn, it hurt to think that), they did almost everything there except PvP and the MOBA-esque Battle Royale end game, which Ecto abhorred for their violence.

"I'm not big on games, but does your company have any I'd know of?" "We're creating a few small in-house apps right now and looking to enter a few new fields. We're probably most known for Dragons Reborn. Have you heard of it?" Now it's my turn to laugh at him. "Heard of it? Yeah, my little cousin refused to eat Christmas dinner last year because he was playing the game. It was quite the topic of discussion for my family. He uses his allowance every month to pay for the subscription cost. My aunt was not happy when my dad gifted him a free year."

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.