Gamer Ninja Mga Nobela at Kwento

For a moment I thought he wasn't real. I opened my mouth but no words came. I didn't know what to say to this devil; this handsome devil that I didn't mind if he ate me up. At that moment, a thought hit me; Ares looked nothing like his father. Alpha Magnums had a bad scar so one of his eyes was affected. He was three times larger and he had a crude look but the man in front of me had the softest skin and the most enchanting gaze. Anyone could mistake him for a god.

I quickly used my vampiric power of ‘Invisibility’ and used my Ninja skills to cross across the pack land successfully by dodging every security system’s killer darts, laser beams, bullets, mines and missiles while my vampiric power of ‘Invisibility’, helped me knock a few unsuspecting noses and guts without getting detected. Dre might have gone around the globe to lean Ninja Techniques but I was personally trained in most of the fields of the Martial Arts (especially Ninjutsu), exclusively under the guidance of Dad Zarek, Dad Talon and our pack’s most revered Ancient Masters since the tender age of five. No ass could beat my sneaky one for sure !!

I walk out of the now exploded building and towards my bike to this cool soundtrack I found on one of those soundtrack apps. I'm crazy and I know it. I've almost been caught more times than I count because of those soundtracks. I climb onto my Kawasaki Ninja H2R, a.k.a. Raven, rev her engine and sped off into the night. The name's Nova, yes that Nova, Welcome to my awesome world. PS: I'm an assassin * * * * *

Andrea rolled under the vanity, her only intelligent thought being, Get away. When she looked up again, Zain had a handful of the ninja's robes and kicked repeatedly, kneeing the ninja attacker in the stomach, landing a foot against the guy's thigh. It was like watching UFC, except it wasn't an even match at all. The ninja tried to swipe at Zain and he just...floated...out of the guy's reach. The ninja grappled with Zain, wrenching at his arms. Zain lost his hold and the ninja backpedaled toward the door, whirled, and sprinted away.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

“Oh and don’t bother striking the back of my head. I can shoot this faster than you can blink.” Jai raised his right arm which was run all over by white thunder. The skinny ninja who had just stepped forward and was trying to do what Jai had just said he would, changed his mind and stepped back while raising his arms. He even let his knife go and thunder immediately shot at that falling knife—flicking it away and the weapon stabbed into the wall behind him. The ninja flinched from the speed. Jai tilted his head back and looked at Hayate in the eyes. His eyes were still glowing, and that made him look very menacing. “Made your choice, Hayate.” Hayate swallowed nervously.

QUEEN NATASH, the most powerful woman in Los Angeles and the boss of NATEL casino where all the games take place. Natasha Garcia was born to the family of Smith and Helen Garcia. Me Smith worked as a driver for a very influential politician, but one day he witnessed a murder scene that cost him his life and that of his wife. Little Natasha had to grow up alone in the street eating from the waste and she grew up desperate for a way out of poverty. She was finally scouted by Mrs. Cruz who took her into her casino. Her job was as a stripper who had to tend to all the needs of their clients.

“I want two snipers and they will receive fifteen million each, twenty- four hours after his confirmed death.” “Who is it?” he asks again. “Mario Vikinos.” R oshelle sits with her hands linked under her chin. Her big, brown eyes look across the table at me lovingly and I feel my chest constrict. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Every day I fall deeper under her spell. I smirk to myself, wondering how the hell I got so lucky to cross her path.

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

Maybe. I sighed. "Thanks for trying." He grinned as he touched my elbow, using it to guide me from the room. Lillith shot me a pleading look, but stayed where she was. She didn't want to leave Dave's side. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, picking up my pace to match his. "The game!" “What game?” “You'll see, come on,” he said, hurrying me along the hall. "That interesting huh?" "Nah, not usually, but it's the first match Aaron’s been in since he got back and I wanna see him play. Big Jim's got way better since last time and he wants payback."