Gacha Life Spoiled Brats Novels & Stories

All I know is, fighting you is a death sentence! [Beauty]: AGREED!!! [Day]: +1 [Water]: +1 The world chat burst into laughter. “LMAO! My idols gave up before it even started!” “Only Boss Briella can tame these wild beasts!” “Briella supremacy!” “Briella! Briella! Briella!” Briella’s eye twitched. ‘What kind of minions did I raise again?’ She dropped a link in the private chat. [Briella]: “Get in.”

T BE SATISFIED! “150 games and all of them you exhausted your mana with that absurd one shot blaster. I should be the one asking you how you lost, you goddamn whale monster.” [Author’s Note: ‘Whale’ or ‘Whaling’ or ‘P2P’ which is ‘Pay to Pay’ is a term used for gacha gamers who spend real money on games for anything and everything. Basically they’re in possession of the strongest weapons and characters which ‘F2P’ players have a hard time getting or they never get it at all]

Brandon had been ruthless, and the back of my hand was already covered in dark bruises. It hurt terribly, but the pain brought a sudden, sharp clarity to my mind. In my past life, I had been completely blinded by love, unable to see Vivian's manipulative nature or Brandon's unwavering devotion to her, which ultimately led to my tragic death. In this life, I could only wait impatiently for my admission letter to arrive. I licked my lips and started a countdown for the disasters heading their way as I watched everyone leave. It wasn't long before the admission letters arrived, and I successfully received my own admission notice.

A week before the college entrance exam, my twin brother, Tristan Doyle, runs away with a delinquent. Our parents abandon their massive corporate empire and set out to search for him. I intend to join the search, but a comment abruptly flashes across my vision. "Don't go, Ryan! If you skip the exam too, your family is doomed!" With no other choice, I shoulder the pressure and walk into the exam hall alone. Yet the moment the exams end, my parents return and lock me in the basement. Ten years later, I finally escape, only to discover that Tristan has stolen my identity. He's celebrated as that year's top scorer, gets a degree from a prestigious university, and is even married to my former

Our lives are in danger, and maybe, just maybe, that will make him do something miraculous. ‘You got to do something!’ I cry. ‘We are dying!’ Liam’s face twists with pain - he knows I’m right, and suddenly, without warning, one of the ghouls attacks us. It bites Liam’s wings while another screeches and goes for my tail, digging it’s nail into it. I whimper in pain, but there is absolutely nothing I can do. ‘Aurora!’ Liam screams through the mind-link before his eyes start to glow in a bright blue color.

The comments in front of me exploded instantly, dripping with excitement and malice. [Yes! That's how it's supposed to be! The real heir should be with the hardworking childhood sweetheart who's always loved him. That dumb loser can move aside!] [Brian is a despicable thief. He stole someone else's top university spot, someone else's heir status, and even someone else's woman. People like him are disgusting!] [The real heir finally woke up this time. His main-character arc is just getting started. As for the fake heir, Brian… Without that spot at a top university, let's see how he ever makes anything of himself.]

My future lay ahead, and there was no need to fret over him. Ean left a bouquet of flowers on my grave. "I'm so sorry, Madeline. I failed you and our baby. My stupid mistake led to your death. I'll never make it right, not in this life or the next." I rolled my eyes. What a jerk he was! There was no need for me to curse him, though. The internet would handle that. At this moment, he took out his phone, pulling out our wedding photo. I was surprised he still had it.

Lily says scornfully, switching to our native tongue. ‘Dimitri Gusef’, that's who they were talking about. The name alone caused a shiver to run down my spine. He was the scariest and most ruthless mother fucker that has ever walked these streets. And to crown it all, he was the Pakhan and leader of the bratva. I walk away from them not willing to let a single name ruin my day, and having purchased all that I needed to get the borscht stew ready. These days, we can barely afford any other things aside from stew or soup which we serve with potatoes.

"You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!" As I listened to the beautiful notifications in my head, I decided to take things up a notch and immediately exchanged points for a drone. Meanwhile, Garrett's face was a bruised purple from the cold after a dozen rounds of human bungee jumping, and his voice was raspy from screaming. He'd suffered a total mental breakdown. Snot and tears smeared his face and froze into ice shards in the bitter cold. "I-I'm sorry, Flint… I'm trash… I'm a monster…

She is betting with two hundred thousand dollars. What is wrong with these people? I am brought back to the present as Stace squeezes my hand, and I drop my head and smile bashfully. I wonder what my facial expression just revealed to everyone surrounding us. This is so far from the life I had, some days I couldn’t even afford credit on my phone and would have to wait until payday to top it up. She goes again and Stace puts two chips on the table amongst the others. Oh crap, now I have to do it. Stace wraps his arm around me and smiles as he kisses my temple from behind. He knows damn well that I’m disgusted at this money wastage.