Foolish Gamers Real Name Novels & Stories

*Fine, I guess your name is so lame that you fancy the one I gave you* I texted hoping that it will frustrate him enough to actually tell me him name. *Keep telling yourself that, in reality, my name is so cool that you would like your first son to bear the name* I forgot that he is not someone you can trick into letting out a secret. *So, tell me what's happening today* he texted. Though he said he is not married he didn't deny the fact that he is a gamer, so u guess that he is bored and has only me to chat. I forgot he is a loner. *Nothing, we are getting prepared to have a brief meeting with our new C.E.O

I took a shot of the page, slid the book back in place and disappeared. ‎ ‎Later that night, I sat at my desk with my laptop open, trying so hard to think what the username would be for, one thing kept ringing in my head. That was my clue, the username “WildLife”. “Shit.. this can't be true, Hazel is WildLife? Nah… she probably is trying to copy her instead. I shook my head at the silly thought. But I was moved to confirm it still so I logged in as an admin and the page loads instantly. I blinked at the screen several times.

"Jay, do you know who the user is trying to bugged us?" Jayden shrugged. "I do not know?" "Lucky Luke!" "Ha? The gamer I was playing with earlier?" Jayden asked confused. "Yeah, and the ip address is also the exact same as the account he used to log in during the game earlier," Liam replied. Jayden was taken aback. He had been thinking about it since earlier, after hearing the username of the gamer he had fought against in the game that had ended in a draw, mentioned by Lea earlier.

DomMPF: Am I moving too fast for you? NewGRL549: A little. I don’t know anything about you except that you’re a Dom. DomMPF: Okay, what would you like to know? NewGRL549: What do you do? IRL I mean. DomMPF: I founded an international technology company. I’m a geek who likes to play computer games and made a career out of it. What about you? What do you do IRL? NewGRL549: I write horror novels under a pseudonym. No one except my editor and my butcher knows who I really am.

" Hey !! This is cheating. You can't come here and can't react. You are angry now." " And what about you? Are you not cheating? You are not telling his name. Either tell me his name or I will tickle you. " " No !! I already told you thrice... " " Don't lie... I didn't hear. Did you, Sid? " He asked him and Siddharth shook his head. " I already said that thrice. Gautam... His name is Gautam. Ok ?? " " What?? Seriously?? " He was shocked and I nodded.

“Clerical errors happen.” “Do they?” Rowan's attention shifts to his son. “And what about the school records? The references? The entire fabricated history that collapses under the slightest scrutiny?” Warren leans forward, smirking. “Face it, brother. Your ‘mate’ is a fraud.” “Watch your mouth,” Zane snarls, and I feel his wolf's presence pushing close to the surface. “Enough!” Rowan's command silences them both. His gaze returns to me, cold and calculating. “I'll ask you directly, girl. Who are you? Really?”

When the crew saw Aldrich, they were a little confused and started to guess his identity. Iszard kept looking at Aldrich. Then he could not help but come forward and ask softly, 'Excuse me, are you, Aldrich?' No way, someone here knows him? Aldrich put on his mask and denied it directly. 'No, you've got the wrong person.' 'How could I be wrong? I'm your fan.' Iszard was a game enthusiast. And Aldrich was a professional game player. Iszard fell for him in a competition, and from then on, he had become a loyal fan.

Max lacked knowledge and experience of the trade, As his father, being a liberal person, had always encouraged and supported him for his ambitions which was to be a gamer for which he had practiced hard and won many prizes as well as being recognized as a rising player with his own team, but surprisingly he kept his personal information hidden and played using a half-face blue mask, which made him widely popular and known as "GamerX" But before he could announce his identity, his team insulted and removed him and impersonated someone as him, as the opposing team had given a huge sum of money to them ( A fact which the team's manager acknowledged it to his face) and with no evidence, he was b

It's about time someone told Kelly the truth that she is mean, cruel, and heartless. I set up a new I*******m account. In doing so, I will do some digging on Kelly with my new username and alias. My fake name is Jennifer Smith. It's a generic enough name that I could be anyone. My profile picture is of an orange tabby cat wearing glasses—a fat Garfield-like cat, sitting on a large book. Maybe the book is a dead giveaway that it is really me.

Then a game facilitator came. “Excuse me, I need to list your names, so that you can start playing.” The game facilitator said and looked at the other guy. “Um, sir what’s your name?” He asked the other guy. “I’m Thoonie.” Then he facepalmed himself. “No, Hoonie I mean.” Mingchan laughed at Hoonie. “Hahaha, so you’re Thoonie! Nice to meet you, Thoonie! Thoonie!” He teased Hoonie.