Gamer Novels & Stories

He's brought me some kind of revenge, a revenge that I could never go through with, and for that, he may as well be a hero. Landon Kitler may have a crooked soul with twisted morals and people may fear and hate him but, what can I say, the guy's got my respect.

She clicked to see what they sent. "You must be a beauty based on your username," Ur007Man wrote. "Hmmm, could be," Leah replied. "Mr. Bond, can I call you James?" The user immediately went back online shortly after the app sent her reply. Three dots were juggling on-screen. Leah could tell he was typing. "Even better," he replied. "You can call me yours." Leah smiled. "This could work," Leah thought. A quick fix was what she needed right now. "Okay, Mr. Bond," she replied. "Name your time and place."

T BE SATISFIED! “150 games and all of them you exhausted your mana with that absurd one shot blaster. I should be the one asking you how you lost, you goddamn whale monster.” [Author’s Note: ‘Whale’ or ‘Whaling’ or ‘P2P’ which is ‘Pay to Pay’ is a term used for gacha gamers who spend real money on games for anything and everything. Basically they’re in possession of the strongest weapons and characters which ‘F2P’ players have a hard time getting or they never get it at all]

P-Please, your scent. "I literally just came out of the shower where I utilized your shower gel." He informed her about it by saying. Emily gave him a stern look before continuing. She yelled after him, "Y-you did what?" Drake expressed it all with a cool and collected demeanor, "I used your shower gel; it's nice and invigorating." "Who in the heck do you think you are to use my shower gel?" She questioned me indignantly, "Don't you have one?" Drake breathed heavily. "That's just a shower gel, stray, so please don't get furious at me over it," she said.

Majority of the campers are boys because game addiction is their thing – to be exact, Dungeon Raydens-addiction. Dungeon Raydens is a sandbox-style MMORPG that’s a one-stop-shop for a lot of things. Kate remembers that, when Ecto was still around (darn, it hurt to think that), they did almost everything there except PvP and the MOBA-esque Battle Royale end game, which Ecto abhorred for their violence.

“Anyway, I keep getting stupid comments on something I put up online, that’s all. This was just another one. I need to turn off notifications.” “I don’t understand.” She sighed. “Did you know I’m a computer programmer? No? Well, I am. I also recently started making video games. Just for fun. Anyway, I launched a new game and there are some people who aren’t happy about it.” Gavin waited for her to explain further, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to. “Okay, so what kind of comments? ‘This game sucks’? Like that?” “I wish.” Her voice seemed so sad that his heart clenched. “Kat,” he said in a soft voice, “tell me.”

His voice nurtures all the calmness in the world. For sure, I have long waited for this, great. I pushed the plate away and looked at him, he was wearing a deep face,has he been thinking? "I'm late Dad." I said with a sigh and he nodded. "I know and that's why we are having this brief discussion. I know you joined the game out of curiosity but we need to put an end to these. You will soon be stigmatized and I know you won't like that." His words are true, they are all true but the problem is how do we stop the game. The gamer left no trace, non. If I had his username I would have dropped it but they won't believe me when I say I don't have it.

Lady Overseer sneered and tossed the player to the floor. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll just have to remove the restriction." She looked down at the players. "Care to gamble with me?" Gavin's face was drained of all color. He knew this boss's mechanic. The moment she asked, "Care to gamble with me?", every player present was already locked into the round. Win, and they would live. Lose, and they would die on the spot. So far, not a single person has ever walked out of her gambling game alive.

“Well, well, well. Trouble in paradise? Feeling better today, are we, little brother?” Nero looked back at the woman-shape on the screen. The appetite in him sharpened, turned cold. “Livelier.” Nico remained silent. Rea smiled a thin smile. She leaned forward, touching the keyboard with two painted fingers, then pulled her hand back like it might bite. “If it’s her, she’s not smart. If it isn’t, she’s not smart either, for making herself look like it is. I mean that does look like her so called ‘killers’. That woman really is bad news.”

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."