False Hero Game Novels & Stories

I might as well have some fun. "I'll tell you if you promise not to get an inferiority complex," I said sweetly. I ticked off the names my favorite celebrities. "Nate Reynolds, Asher Donovan, Rafael Pessoa..." Dante looked unimpressed. "I didn't realize you were such a big soccer fan." Asher Donovan and Rafael Pessoa both played for Holchester United in the UK. "I'm a soccer player fan," I corrected. "There's a difference." I'd watched a total of three sports games in my life. l'd only mentioned Asher and Rafael because l saw them in an ad campaign yesterday and they were fresh on my mind.

The holographic display showed the scattered, broken remnants of the mercenary blockade—jackknifed haulers, disabled weapons, and forty highly trained contract fighters abandoned in the snow, utterly neutralized. "Zero casualties on our side," Leo muttered, shaking his head in absolute disbelief as he zoomed in on the wreckage. "You dismantled an entire mechanized assault unit without firing a single ballistic round. The surviving mercenaries are already fleeing toward the outer fringes. They're terrified, Jake. Whatever you did to them out there on the ice... it broke their morale completely." "They were expecting a vulnerable target," Jake said coldly, his golden eyes fixed on the map. "Th

This is everything I know—take it as an apology for forcing you onto the 30th floor. Mara and Kael were always nice to us newbies. Everyone trusted them. I gave a small smile and typed back: [Got it. Thanks.] Darkblood Count was already up. He saw me texting, then paused. "In this place, don't trust—" His face twisted. He doubled over, clutching his chest, and collapsed. I lunged forward, catching him before he hit the ground. The game had rules—NPCs couldn't spill strategies to players. This was the punishment.

I quickly spoke again, desperate, “She’s really in there. I swear, I’m not lying!” “Fine, I’ll come right away.” Relief started to wash over me until I heard his mocking laugh. “That was what you wanted to hear, wasn’t it? How long are you going to play this game? Do you think I’m an idiot, that I’d fall for your lies again and again?” Then, he hung up, and when I tried calling back, he had blocked me. I sent him messages, pleading with him to come. My texts filled the screen, but not a single response came.

“This horror game’s players all assumed that clearing the game meant killing the boss. They believed the three keys opened a box containing a time-stop artifact, which would let them kill the boss while he was frozen. “But because the system made a mistake transmitting you here, I will tell you the truth. This boss has already evolved. Even if you open the box, freeze time, and stab him, he will resurrect. If you follow the normal route, you will simply die in a more painful way. Also, all players thought the principal was the big boss, but the real one is Aaron.” The system paused. “Based on previous game records, every player died. No one has ever taken home even a single dollar.”

I realized I had forgotten to block his contact completely. A new call came in. I hesitated. Then I answered. “Sylvia.” His voice was hoarse. “Where are you? Let me come to you. We need to talk.” “There is nothing to talk about. From the moment you completed your formal registration with her at City Hall, we were done. Do not contact me again.” The line was quiet for a second. “Sylvia. Six years. You will not even let me explain?” “Explain what? Why you gave me a fake mark while you registered with her as mates? Damon, why did you think I would wait forever?”

“What do you have in mind?” He gives me a crooked smile back. “How about sending some fake info about a ‘new’ liquor which doesn’t have the bitter taste of alcohol and has even stronger effects on werewolves? Downing one glass, and the werewolf is knocked on his/her butt. What do you think?” A new secret liquor. Very interesting. I like it. I nod my head. “That sounds good. How are you going to ‘leak’ it to the rogue pack?”

There wasn't a single burn mark on them. "Sienna... let me explain..." My mother's eyes darted away, unable to meet my gaze. My father, his face dark, crushed the cigarette in his hand. My blood ran cold. So, they had been hiding here all along, just steps from where I was about to die, coldly watching their own daughter get pushed to the edge. "Bravo," I clapped my hands. "What a magnificent performance." "You bribed the fire department, faked a gas leak. While I was out buying medicine, you slipped out the back door and detonated the bomb."

There was the anger of being deceived, the regret of being fooled, but most of all the hollowness left when a dream falls apart. For this so-called chosen one, she had gambled her own future and the good name of the entire Order. And in the end she had found it was, from start to finish, one enormous con. She didn't say a single word for Lucian. She didn't even spare him one comforting glance. Lucian sank into utter despair. He knew he was finished. Garrick and the other two elders were quick on their feet. They flew forward at once and bowed to me in apology.

Neglecting to tell the truth still counts as a lie. I'M four episodes deep into my shameless N*****x binge, that has now migrated to my bedroom, when my phone lights up. It's face up on my old nightstand, and the number isn't in my contacts, but I recognize it immediately as the same one crinkled inside my purse. I hit deny, for the third time in the past hour. I don't want to hear the sultry voice on the other end of the line, but there is another I'd prefer.