Fanfic Gamer Novels & Stories

Emp sighed. “Emp it’s water under the bridge, we alright forgave you” said Oz “same goes for myself and Gamergirl as well” said Darkstar. Emp smiles.

Delusions. I do however tell her my reasons for deciding not to get any more involved with Fable than I already am. I try to explain how I realized that I wasn't just an ordinary fan – maybe I was before the accident, but afterwards, it became my whole life. I've been obsessed, like a Star Wars geek walking around dressed like Darth Vader. I was using the whole thing as a sort of band-aid for my trauma. It wasn't normal, and she'd helped me to see that. The reality check yesterday had made it all so clear.

Nico’s POV. She was smiling. That cruel, mocking smile that used to be mine. And the second I saw it, I just could not help but feel like she was lying. “Why chase the pup when I can have the beast?” she said, mouth curving like this was all some sort of cosmic joke. Like I was just the idiot in her carefully orchestrated plan. “Seriously, you, Nico, can’t compare to your father.” The fuck? Her eyes glittered like she’d won something. And maybe she had. Maybe this was all a game to her—fuck the son, marry the father and just walk away like she didn’t set fire to everything in her path.

They seemed like fragments of dreams, and were completely unreal. Freya did her best to recall one of those dream-like memories. And in the bits and pieces she could recall, she flew starships and fought against galactic powers. All of them certainly intrigued her - she remembered there was some space-based VRMMO back in her Old Earth. It was hugely popular, of course. But she was much more interested in the Ancient Roman MMO Umbra Mortalis and so never really paid much attention to most other games. Though she was sure that if she liked that other game instead, she would have been transported there, rather than there. And she probably wouldn’t have met Lucifer. They certainly wouldn’t be li

My father deserved his retirement. I walked through the packhouse, hating the silence it provided. Silence reminded me how alone I truly was. Maybe I would be better off returning to my parents' home for the evening. Anything so I wasn’t alone. I was sure they understood. But, despite my loneliness, I continued moving toward the Alpha suite, planning to take out my frustrations by killing some people in my video game. Lose track of time and reality as I focused my mind upon the game. There were friends to speak to on there too. Friends that did not ask questions about my personal life like my parents did…

Raven took something off the shelf. Sarah made big eyes and took something else on the list. "So what you're saying is that he has not been able to keep his hands off your girlfriends, and ... he's a player ?" "Hmm Jayce's just ... Well, he is not evil, he's just not that good at staying focused ... he quickly loses interest, and then the women get acidic and demanding, and then he is done with them". Raven put something down the cart. Sarah followed her. "It's kind of a shame it is you losing out when it's your girlfriends; he always seemed like a nice guy.”

Gamma Tris had his eyes stayed on her cleavage that was threatening to spill into his lips – or anywhere he put. “Thank you so much my Gamma.” She spoke softly, her voice dripping in lust. “You are so beautiful. Which pack are you from?” “The Silver Fang Pack.” “Oh, the same pack as Alpha Rowan.” “Yes, my Gamma.” He loved it when she called him ‘my Gamma.’ But noticing his face turn into a frown, she felt she had done something wrong. Gamma Tris noticed and put her mind at ease. “You didn’t offend me. Anytime I remember Rowan is behind bars, I become filled with sadness.”

“I’m not taking it back, Lexi. I love you. I want you, Lexi.” “You are scaring me. Why are you reacting like that? I’m sure no one will want a female with a son. So it should be easy...” “I’m not an Alpha or a Beta. I’m just a Gamma.” I tried to say it clearly, despite my tears. “A Gamma has no right to enter the Claiming Arena.”

I see," Gamma Ferguson said, and turned to me. "Hello Sir," I greeted, with my hand stretched for a handshake. "Hello Felix," Gamma Ferguson responded but didn't accept my hand. I withdrew my hand and sat back down. "Pumpkin, I'm not happy with the fact that you're living together with Felix," Gamma Ferguson voiced his displeasure, his eyes boring into mine. It felt like he was peeling away different layers of my mask, and seeing through my charade, and real intentions of marrying his daughter, and it made me quite uneasy.

But the only problem was, would I stay sane until then? With my heightened senses feeling every move of hers, I would go crazy if I had to remain locked up with her here for ten days. ‘She’s cooking for us!’ Freyr mind-linked with me, inhaling the aroma of some freshly made sauce. The aroma was heavenly indeed, but who needed food when I was dying to devour her instead? I closed the laptop and got up to check her out. It was useless trying to work when all I could think of was Hermione. Images of Hermione cooking for me clad in nothing but a red bikini made me lose my sanity. I had to check her out. Was she really cooking for me, wearing a bikini?