Gamer 9 Novels & Stories

He looked over to Ace who all but sent Jericho a death glare. I watched Gunnar's face morph from his usual brooding self to a deep frown as I said, "It's nice to finally meet you, too. You look like the normal brother from the three," I wasn't meant to say the last part aloud but now that it was out there... Ace scoffed, nearly choking on fresh air, "From the three of us, he's the most lethal. He could hack into the Pentagon if he wanted to." "But he doesn't want to, right?" I found myself asking even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer to that.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

“I’ve had enough of this! Are you really getting jealous over a patient? That’s not so gentlemanly of you.” She turned to leave, but not before grabbing the boxed tiramisu on the way out. I stood there, staring at the unfinished steak on the table. It was medium rare and sprinkled with black pepper—her favorite. The server approached, voice timid. “Sir… would you like that to-go?” I shook my head, pulling out my wallet. “No. I’m done.” On the walk home, the wind stung my eyes. Under the dim glow of the streetlight, I saw a new post on Joseph’s Instagram. It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu.

he stuttered, swallowing nervously. Nero’s head tilted to the side. The guard was lying. “Did you ever leave your post all through the night?” He was just asking, but he already knew the answer to the question. The guard’s fidgeting and the sweat trickling down his temple was a give away. “No, boss.” The guard’s hand trembled, and he swallowed yet again. He was not going to tell the don that he had taken a few minutes off to go and have a smoke while browsing through the pictures of some webcam models. It was only for less than ten minutes.

The fact that the McKinnons have a pathetic descendant like you must be making all of our ancestors roll in their graves out of fury! As I stared at my phone, which had shattered into pieces, I let out a furious scoff. "In that case, I'll revoke my identity as the McKinnons' so-called descendant. Hell, I can't wait to get rid of that label!" As soon as my words fell, Adam slapped me hard across my face. "How dare you talk back to me? There's a live stream going on today, right? Well, then I'll teach you a lesson in front of the entire Internet!"

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Gunner snorted at Khyle's halfhearted attempt to sell him on it. He sounded about as doubtful as Gunner felt. It wasn't that Gunner Jäger was adverse to playing some video games. Guys were guys after all. If there wasn't anything hot to pursue, then having a few beers and running your buddy off the road or shooting him six ways to Sunday was always a good alternate. Video games were fine. At home. At a party. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I turn and shoot Aiden with my best glare. “What?” He asks innocently. “Not her,” I tell him He throws his hands up in a defensive way and gives me one of his shit-eating grins. I love the guy like a brother but he is an asshole. I turn and walk out of the room to find Gabby. I find her upstairs waiting outside one of the rooms designated as a changing room. “Who is she?” I ask, "She is the girl you wanted for your part in the video,” Gabby explains.

A black background. A white circle divided into nine lines. The same symbol from the envelope. One sentence slowly appeared beneath it. WELCOME TO THE GAME.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

Amy wanted to turn to the door, but she couldn’t move. “Believe it or not, all of those other people inside my video game were my victims. I even took one of my victims and made her the president of the United States. I also based the game farther into the future. I know it’s the year 2098, but you see inside my game, I made it the year 2130. When you think about it, my so-called victims are still alive but only in my video game. So that means I’ve killed nobody.” The gunman leaned back, releasing an explosive chuckle. He laughed so intensely that veins bulged out of his wide neck. The gunman didn’t laugh too hard because he almost dropped a switchblade concealed in his hands.