Novel & Cerita Gacha Life Spoiled Brats

Dino and Tomiwa, bruised but alive, are entering a dark building marked with red graffiti. Below it, a message: "He’s mine now. - S"

Her voice was shrill and hysterical. "I knew it was you! You stole my lottery ticket, didn't you?" she screamed. "Give it back to me, you bitch! That money is mine. You hear me, bitch?" I waited patiently for her to finish screaming before finally speaking. "Alright, Beatrice. Here comes the truth bomb—the lottery ticket that won me the money in our previous lives was mine, too. You're still not willing to snap out of your delusions, huh? "You really think some cheap ticket you bought from a convenience store for a few bucks would win you 50 million dollars?"

"Let go! This is the future of thirty-nine students!" "I don't need your charity! I'll prove that pink works just fi—" Ms. Ashby yanked hard, and her foot slipped, her skirt tangling around her ankles. Everyone only had time to watch her pitch backward. A shriek rang out, and she toppled into the decorative fountain behind her, the entire stack of admission tickets clutched to her chest. By the time they pulled her out, every last ticket in her arms had been reduced to a soggy, disintegrating mess.

If there'd been even a shred of hope left—that maybe he was just helping her out, maybe he signed something without thinking—yeah, that died right there. Enzo snapped. "You've lost it! She's pregnant. What if Mia finds out? She'll be gone." Rafe paused. Then he dropped the bomb. "It was a mistake with Carmela. Mia can't have kids. Once the baby's born, I'll make it look like we adopted him—as the Morello heir." I stood outside the door, pain slicing through me like glass. My hands shook. My knees barely held up. Something inside cracked—maybe my heart, maybe just the last bit of hope.

] [Talent items: A set of F-Rank kitchen utensils (upgradeable), ability to create culinary concoctions that even ghouls can taste. Screens displaying my in-game identity and talent items floated before my eyes. Meanwhile, there was already a huge audience watching the livestream. They were waiting for the action to start, and I was the unlucky soul picked to play in this horror game. When they saw that I was only eighteen and possessed only the lowest-ranked talent items, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out. [She’s done for! She’s a newbie, AND she got sent to an S-Rank Map! She’s going to die in ten seconds flat.]

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

[Enough Materials gathered, new Summon Functions unlocked] [Two types of summoning detected, please pick one] >[Single Summon: 5% chance for a Phantasmal-Rank Summon] >[x10 Summon: 0.1% chance for a Phantasmal-Rank Summon] In front of Chaos, there seemed that there were two options! Was this a gacha or something?! The good thing was that Chaos had never played such games, so he never suffered what was actually the horror of playing a gacha, phew!

She had gotten bored with him, the same way she got bored with the six before him, used and discarded without a second thought. I almost pitied him for being this stupid. "Spend your time inside thinking about what you've done. When you get out, try being a decent human being for once instead of ruining other people's lives." Bryce's face went chalk white. He stared at me, teeth clenched so hard he drew blood from his own lip. "You piece of shit! I'll never let this go! I hope you rot! You did this to me, and I will never forgive you, not even if it kills me!"

"By kissing ass and playing the sympathy card. Poor Bryson, the scholarship kid who needs everyone's help." The words cut deep, hitting every insecurity I have about being at Blackridge. "At least I'm not a spoiled brat who throws tantrums when things don't go his way." "Spoiled?" Julian's face goes red. "You don't know anything about my life." "I know you've had everything handed to you and you're still failing. Must be nice to waste opportunities other people would kill for." Julian shoves me, hard. I stumble back a step, then push him right back with equal force.

Veronica starts, her eyes widening with practiced innocence. "You were waiting," I continue, looking between her and my brother. "Waiting for the perfect moment to destroy me." "Don't be dramatic, Jules," Ethan says dismissively. "You destroyed yourself. Roni just documented it." My phone buzzes in my pocket. Once. Twice. Then a rapid succession of notifications. I pull it out with trembling hands. Group chat notifications flood my screen faster than I can read them. Westfield Football Family Academic All-Stars Delta Pi Social Campus Activities Board