False Hero Game Novels & Stories

The sharp sound of my hand connecting with her face rang through the microphone, echoing across the hall. The entire audience froze in shock. Even the live chat went silent for a moment. Madison screamed in pain as she fell to the floor again. I rubbed my sore wrist and looked down at her coldly. "Who do you think you are, calling him Grandpa? I'm his true successor. I don't need an imposter like you to help me plead with him. "You've been impersonating me for so long that you actually believe your own lies? You're nothing but a heartless, opportunistic illegitimate daughter, trying to take what isn't yours. What gives you the right to shout at me like this?"

"What exactly did you ask?" I took a deep breath and stood firm. "We're not in reality right now. We're in a game called Black Bowl Mysteries, where players must reconstruct the hidden story behind an incomplete scenario presented by the host. "In it, Steve's the host, who can only answer in either 'yes,' 'no,' or 'yes and no.' Meanwhile, we're the players. Hayley, you're playing a police officer, while I'm playing the victim who got falsely accused. "We've all gotten too deep into our roles. We kept asking him questions, thinking he was giving us absolute truth. But he wasn't. He's been misleading us all this time.

yes, I want to hold one on my aged hands "Mrs Sarah said smiling out tears "Come on mom, you are not old yet.. " Max said, smiling happily at his mom.. "So how is Alex your boss doing.. "Mrs Sarah asked "he's not the boss again ,we change our position.. " max said taking a sit close to his mom "really!! But why? " "he's also looking for a true lover.. Mom.. " max explained "don't you think it's high time you tell him your REAL IDENTITY "Mrs Sarah said in fear

Ziyan said to Jason. "Okay!" Jason brought his car, the atmosphere in the car was quieter than usual. Ilona instead put on a headset and faced the window without saying much. Meanwhile, Ziyan, because he felt lonely, started opening his cell phone and playing his favorite game. "Do you like playing games, Yan?" Jason asked. "Yes sir! Just to fill me time when I am free!" he answered. "What game is it?" "Virtual Dragon Sir! Exciting!" he answered. "Wow, what level have you reached? I've tried it but it's still at the initial level!" Jason said.

“Well, until now.” He moved to the wooden desk in the corner of the room and opened a drawer. He could feel her eyes on his back as he pulled out a thick folder and tossed it across the desk. “Your contract.” It landed at her feet with a small thud. With wide eyes, she looked from him to the folder and back again. “Wh-what is this? I thought we already had a deal.” She snapped, trying to sound braver than she felt. “A fake relationship? Yes.” He leaned forward, voice lowering as his gleaming eyes locked onto hers. “But now that you know what I really am, amore mio, the game has changed.”

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn. For four years, he had tormented me relentlessly, mocked me, and had affairs with numerous women, even forcing me into a relationship with him. Just days before his engagement to another woman, he had forcibly slept with me. Now, he claimed to love me, but he still brought this woman in front of me. He had deceived me over and over, played with my feelings. Was it really worth it? Luckily, I didn't believe him. Even though I almost did. When Wendy pulled my arm in annoyance, I had no defenses, and she yanked me off the bed.

- to continue his studies. Frank didn't even care about John's reaction anymore. He quickly joined the game with Z. The game was a highly popular first person shooter game called "PUBG Mobile," where a certain number of players were placed in a server and were given a specific amount of time to kill all their opponents. The duo's skills were top-notch, and they didn't need to put in much effort. They immediately killed anyone they saw with just one shot. Frank kept chattering on the side. [Z, where have you been all these years? Why did you only show up now?]

“And you do?” He leaned forward slightly. “I built this game. I know what’s buried in its bones.” My fists clenched behind my back. He wasn’t wrong—Forrest was always the strategist. The kind of monster who didn’t kill with his hands, but with ideas. “I can give you names,” he said. “Routes. Assets. Hidden allies. Double agents. Even the truth about your father.” That last part hit like a spike beneath my ribs. He noticed. He smiled.

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.