Gamer Fiction Novels & Stories

There were even a few of the newer comic book based movies that she knew a little too well, thanks to her superhero obsessed sons. From the DVDs, she moved to the book shelves, idly reading through the titles. Again she was impressed with the classic titles, some an aggressive amount of heavy reading. There was a collection of video games in one corner, though she had yet to see a gaming system. He had little collections of things here and there, some clearly souvenirs from travels around the country, others a curious grouping of oddly feminine items. Most likely gifts from past admirers. That made Emma wonder about his dating past and the number of broken hearts he had left in his wake.

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes, this was Zen the gamer - their

" _*]: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">

He was the richest, most successful gamer in Aethelgard. So why did he feel like a murderer?

Not without his mate. Her scent still lingered in the room. It wasn’t just the remnants of her presence. No—this scent was stronger. Almost territorial. As if her very soul had claimed this space. It was warm. Calming. Like sunlight filtering through the curtains on a quiet morning. I closed my eyes, trying to hold on to whatever she left behind. “Hades!” My eyes snapped open, shifting toward the door. Gamma Celeriac stepped in, knocking once before entering. He carried two cups of coffee and a plate of cookies. His face looked as weary as mine—troubled, restless.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

" so are you saying that the unknown gamer was a pretty boy?" I chuckled at his question, she's pretty but not a boy haha. " yes, and it will drive his fans crazy" END OF CHAPTER 41

What an idiot I am. "So, you're not going back to the class am I right!?" he asked and after thinking for a while I realized if I go back down Eros will say that I've went somewhere to hoe around and must have slept with a man in the mean time. But why did he thing so, I don't know. I'm still unaware of that. Those things which I saw earlier as a vision or something wasn't there in the fanfic I've read. What is it? Did I miss reading the chapters or the author didn't think it was that important to mention the back story of a villainess who died a pathetic death.

I force myself to work on the stack of registration forms while I wait for his response, and I lunge for the phone as soon as I hear the beep. What sort of proposition? I smile to myself. The sort he won't be able to refuse. A game, I type. Something to make sure you miss me while you're gone. I still have a lot to learn about Calder, but one thing I do know: he can't resist a little friendly competition. Things have been shaky between us recently, and if he won't let us have sex, then there are other ways for us to connect. What game are you proposing? he asks.

And in that quiet hospital room, surrounded by the smell of antiseptic and the hum of machines, Amira finally believed in something she hadn’t dared to before. A future. THE END AUTHOR- 📚GENEVA .A. ZWICKER📚