Fave Games Novels & Stories

We were seated at one of the posh establishments. "How much do you know about video games?" Ishaan inquired. "It has become an addiction for my 15-year-old brother. Until I learnt about the development aspect of things, I thought it was a waste of time. It's amazing how much thought and imagination goes into it." "Thank God! Finally, someone who recognises my worth! Gaming is now extremely popular. There are X box games, PlayStations, and fantasy games such as Warcraft, Chinese Ghost Story, and so on. By the way, I adore fantasy games."

As I saw that my eyes lit up. Ash and I, always play this when we go to his house. It will be so much fun. And I am actually quite good at it. My favourite is FIFA. I'm super good at it. "So you like video games?" he asked while looking at me. I nodded my head. "Well lets play a game then." when he said this I froze.

He entered the login information and waited, after a couple of seconds a new screen popped up. PLEASE SELECT: FALKEN’S MAZE BLACKJACK GIN RUMMY HEARTS BRIDGE CHECKERS CHESS POKER FIGHTER COMBAT GUERRILLA ENGAGEMENT DESERT WARFARE AIR-TO-GROUND ACTIONS THEATERWIDE TACTICAL WARFARE THEATERWIDE BIOTOXIC AND CHEM GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR

"Fine, but you have to listen to at least 3 of their songs to list them." "Disturbed, Fall Out Boy, and Green Day. Easy. Favorite video game?" "Probably Skyrim or Apex Legends. I like multiplayer games up to and until I get salty, then I play single-player ones to cool off." "I usually just punch things when I get mad because of video games, that and angry swearing usually helps," I said as the waitress brought me my drink, "Thank you." "That only works for so long, you eventually run out of swears to use or things to punch, either way, it only lasts for so long."

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.”

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

Suddenly my phone went blank and the screen read, “Picture not available.” He had deleted the picture from his story, maybe he had realized that the Fox Lane Badge was obvious. I was right, does that mean Pstar7 attends Fox Lane High? OMG!!!

CHAPTER 5 ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍Important things. ‍‍Regal walked into Fang Fantasy, one of the most popular and elite clubhouse in fang city, The whole place was dimly lighted, with rotating lights, and the whole house was blaring with loud music and dancing vampires. He scanned the room and as expected his friends were nowhere to be found, they definitely were in the elite room and that was usually upstairs, he walked forward flipping his Toyota tortoise car keys, his father had given him the car that year for his sixteenth birthday.

Jax asked, slightly alarmed. “Do not question the warlock,” Thorne muttered. At one point, a game of ‘guess the baby food’ got so heated that Nalia ended up flinging a spoonful of mashed peas at Tyler, who ducked behind Gunner, causing it to splatter across the back of his shirt. “Godsdammit,” Gunner muttered. “I liked this shirt.” “You own seven of the same one,” Cheyenne said. “Yeah, but this one smelled like you.”

My beautiful mother stood at the entrance with a knowing smile on her face. “This is too much mum; you outdid yourself again” I complained. “I barely cook now a days Cindy; I just couldn’t help it but cooking makes me happy.” She replied. “Mum but this is too much for just the two of us.” I pressed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for wanting to make food for my daughter and granddaughter.” She admitted sadly. I knew what she was doing. Mum and her mind games, she would make you feel bad even if she was the one at fault. She looked at me knowing she had won this time around.