Gamer 9 Novels & Stories

“I’m not taking it back, Lexi. I love you. I want you, Lexi.” “You are scaring me. Why are you reacting like that? I’m sure no one will want a female with a son. So it should be easy...” “I’m not an Alpha or a Beta. I’m just a Gamma.” I tried to say it clearly, despite my tears. “A Gamma has no right to enter the Claiming Arena.”

He stared down at his hands, remembering the exact way the alien had dropped to its knees. "It's just a game, Jinx," Ren lied, burying the creeping, horrifying dread deep in his chest. "Aegis wants to mess with our heads to make the raids feel harder. Don't fall for it. An NPC is an NPC." Ren stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Kara alone with the glowing server racks. He walked into the living room and looked at the glowing bank account numbers on his datapad. Twenty-one million credits. He was the richest, most successful gamer in Aethelgard. So why did he feel like a murderer?

The monitor was positioned at the perfect angle. ​Jett booted up the system and started installing software. "You need a gaming account," he said. "What username do you want?" ​I thought about it. "Something not connected to my real name. I want to be anonymous." ​"Smart. Gaming communities can be intense especially for girls, but I have no doubt you can hold your own." ​We brainstormed options and tried a few combinations before settling on SilverStorm_28. I typed it in and completed my profile. I caught Jett glancing at my screen as I finalized it. Something flickered in his expression before he looked away.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

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he look away, unable to explain himself. She glare. “If you don't want to play it, the don't! You dob't have to confuse people like myself!” He stunned, glance at her who the system called Player 9.9B. He didn't actually expect her to say such a thing. He forgot... He shouldn't have carried away. Yet he can't help it. “It's okay to you?” His hands form a fist. “It's okay to have this game where people-” He hardly remembering what happen to those players bathing their own blood, unidentified by the gruesome and gore.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

"Desmond, this game is bigger than either of us can imagine. Our homeland alone has 1.4 billion people. "Even counting only those between eighteen and sixty years old, that's still close to eight hundred million. But our Zone C-996 only has ten million players. And..." Jake paused awhile, then continued. "Beyond our country, there are players from every other nation, even other species entirely... There's no shortage of talented people out there in this world, and hidden powerhouses too numerous to count." Jake knew he was strong. He had his advantage, his Gold Mods. But he had no intention of getting careless.

And yet… she couldn’t forget the way his lips had felt, the way her body had betrayed he and--Damn it! Her phone buzzed again. ‘Keep going, honey. Remember all he’s done to you and never forget that your revenge is a must.’ Amira swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her ears. Three months left. That was all the time she had to play this dangerous game. She turned the phone face down in her lap, forcing her expression into something neutral. The men were still talking about alliances, threats, and all things money-related but their voices blurred in her ears. All she could hear was the echo of Alessandro’s words.

The two of them headed to the house's gaming room. Inside, there were top-of-the-line gaming computers. Grace and Caleb started playing a tower defense game. The game was called "Legends of Triumph" and had nearly 800 million registered users worldwide. After playing only two rounds, they were thoroughly defeated by the opposing team. Grace, feeling defeated, slumped in her gaming chair. "Caleb, we're terrible. We need some help." "Okay, I'll arrange for some assistance right away."