Fanboy Games Novels & Stories

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!”

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

"Like you weren't looking too." "I'm only human," Simon shrugged. "I'd totally bang her." "So would I," Zephyra's yawn curls into a Cheshire cat grin. "I bet I could make her purr. “But he’s my boyfriend, damn it!” Evie pounds her fist on the table. “Mine! He was supposed to be ‘fake’ dating her, not dating her for real!” “So, maybe he’s fucking her, maybe he isn’t. Who cares?” Simon snorts. “The game’s the game, Evie. Everyone knows that. You can’t take it personally.”

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

From the doorway, Ember’s voice answered low, “They’re quiet because they feel it too.” The war room had become a place of constant tension. Link stood over the stone table, palms flat, while Ember, Micah, and four regional Alphas argued over lines on the map. “No,” one of them snapped. “This isn’t Umbra. This is older.” “We all know the stories,” Ember said coldly. “But if it’s what we fear—if the Forgotten Fang is real—we’re not just dealing with war. We’re dealing with corruption. This thing doesn't fight in battles. It hollows you out from the inside.”

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

Like I have already told you Judy dear…’’ he began uncertainly. ‘’Blast what you have already told me; it sickens me if you ask me. The syndicate means nothing to you—absolutely nothing. You have been faithful to it all these years not because you love it but because you are a coward, Joe,’’ she hissed in a disgusted manner. ‘’ The question of cowardice does not come into it, it’s just…,’’ he began to say. ‘’Oh yes, it does. You are a fucking coward Joe.’’

From running drills to make sure the warriors times were fast enough in case something did happen, to preparing the best meals, while also keeping an eye on the children making sure nothing was out of sorts for the nights festivities. I, however, am not participating. How can I, when my parents are ashamed of me? I'm the girl that sticks out. The girl no one likes, you could probably say I'm the runt of the pack. I mean I'm the oldest of my parents 5 children, but to them I'm nothing but a nuisance. I've spent most of my life being picked on by the other children. Including my brothers and sisters. I'm shorter then most, im sickly thin and on top of that, I haven't sensed my wolf.

Samuel had the same unbothered look on his face until Jenna spent 300 million dollars to buy a collectible military knife from Dad. A flicker of complicated emotions crossed his eyes at last. There was a jealous look in his eyes as he stared at Jenna without saying a word. Back then, I thought the knife held some profound meaning to Jenna. At another banquet, I found Samuel alone. He was spacing out in the back garden, yanking a peony out by the roots and tearing its petals apart piece by piece. He seemed to be questioning the flower, but it was more like he was questioning himself. Samuel murmured, "Why can't she love me a little more? Why is my brother the only one she sees? When he got in