Fanboy Games Novels & Stories

"Oh shit, not Brian!" Michael felt a lumpen hand land on his shoulder and he looked up to see Brian Graham grinning down at him. Brian was six-foot-five of muscle with enough brain cells to keep his bulk moving and that was about all. Still, he had a real genius for defensive plays and it was very likely that he would hook a sports scholarship. "So, Peters, how come you've managed to hang on to this little beauty all night?" "He's my boyfriend, Brian," Lucy supplied, the expression on her face shrieking distain.

He loved games and everything else wasn’t necessary for him. After years of parting from the game world he made a nice come back in the industry and conquered the world of players again. The years didn’t stained his skills and he was still very good. True, the chair at the top was nice and comfy however, for him it wasn’t enough. The thrill had fade and everything fell apart. He wasn’t satisfied. Not until then he came across the game ‘Arc of SHION’ … In the vast forest of Lunu, prospers a thick bamboo forest. The spring had come and the leaves were lush green. Many birds sang in the wind as the bamboos gently shook in the air leaving a trail of falling leaves in the air.

"Try it some time." But Alastaire's response is cool and measured. "Yes, that's the name our fans have given themselves. Enfablers, as in Fable enablers. It's quite fitting – we're constantly amazed by how supportive they are... of us and of each other. We couldn't do any of this without them." "It's touchin' really," Lyall pipes in. "We 'ave de best fans in de world." The boys murmur agreement in the background, and again I feel a slight stab of guilt.

He was growing up so fast that Jack knew the day would come when playing computer games with his old man would be too uncool for Riley, but while he could, Jack was determined to spend as much time as he could with his son. “Oh look,” Riley said, pointing to the screen. “Kei Ren is online.” Jack took a seat next to Riley and picked up a controller. Kei Ren was both an ally and an enemy, depending on the game. He was good, one of the best Jack had ever played against and that was saying something. The gamer tag came from one of the most popular games around at the moment. Kei Ren was the main character of the game Farrain, a fantasy role-playing game, but Kei Ren the gamer didn’t confine hims

I shut my eyes closed and hope for the next couple of lyrics to end quickly. "A lot more of Eela in our lives, a little bit of J-Dawg by our sides, a little bit of FeeBee is all we need, a little less of White Boy's what we wanna see, a little bit of Blubber burning in the sun, a little bit of BoyBand crying all night long, a little bit of Simo, where are you, a little bit of them makes us so cool!"

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

he replied, turning towards me. "well, I just got here a couple of minutes ago....so-" "Hey dude, check out that girl, f**k....did you see that ASS?!!" One of Igor's friends cuts in, completely ignoring my presense. "Damn mann, I would totally F**k that!" Igor says, making my heart sink.. but for some reason my mouth keeps on talking, not wanting to shut up. "So, did you see how awesome the parades were this year?" I say to no one in particular.

On Valentine's Day, I told my boyfriend, Cyrus Medford, that I wanted to break up with him because he's often not at home. He even told me that he was a monster in a survival game and needed to return to the game occasionally just to punish the players. What a joke! As if anyone would believe such far-fetched lies! Let's not talk about the fact that survival games didn't exist in this world. There was absolutely no way monsters would develop an eight-pack, nor would they demand hugs and kisses from me every day and torment me in bed all the time.

As soon as I nod, another spank lands. I squirm against the desk as Rhys spanks me over and over, saying nothing while taking out his frustration on my ass. Every time his palm lands, my body jolts, sending electricity through my core. My boobs are pressed against the cold, hard surface of his desk, craving the warmth of his touch. When I feel him trying to nudge my panties aside, I shuffle to stop him. If he knew how turned on I am from what he thinks is punishment, I’d die in embarrassment.

Kouji asked, his voice low, but uninterested. Tatsuya clapped his hands together, still grinning. "Kouji, my brother Taiga. Taiga, my boyfriend Kouji." Taiga didn’t even glance at him. "I don't give a fuck about your boyfriend, Tatsuya. What are you doing in Japan? And why the hell are you playing basketball with this freak?" Tatsuya’s laugh was light, but Kouji’s frown said it all. Being called a freak, especially by his boyfriend’s brother, didn’t sit well. But he stayed quiet, watching Taiga with narrowed eyes.