Gamer Novels & Stories

They all claimed my assistant had paid them to frame me. And my assistant? She said she did it out of jealousy. She claimed she had bribed the patient to plant the scissors after the surgery—just to ruin me.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

“But recently, I met another gamer who’s kind of insufferable, but also just about as good as me. According to them, life’s one of the these games that just need fixing. I still don’t fully believe it, but they do know their stuff when it comes to games, so for now I’ve decided to test it out. In other words, I’m trying to take the game of life more seriously.” Zoe blinks in surprise. The next thing I say isn't directed at her so much as at the gamer with the best work ethic, the most confidence, and the worst personality in the world. “As a game, I don’t know if life’s god-tier, but at the very least, it’s decent! That’s what I

Wearing circular glasses, small hair peeking out from his cheeks sitting right beside him, making the boy nodded his head in response. “Yes, and now senpai just has to mail the further department, so they can update this in-game as valentine's day is just a week apart." Kai turns his gaze back at the screen, opening his mail, attracting the 3 files with it. ‘Hello there, Imaa Yamada Kai, the illustrator of the worldwide famous game Sinner of Pleasure. Well, it’s more of an 18+ Otome game of a girl surrounded by the 10 boys who are just horny as fruit cake for an eyeless girl’

He wanted to walk into the room, but he ended up standing by the door, merely watching over her in silence. Charmine gamed for a very long time as her rage continued to fester. In the game, she killed whatever came in sight, and it caused havoc in the gaming world. [OMG! Boss! Skill is on point!] [Please teach me!] [Never thought a sniper can be so impressive! This is perhaps the best gamer in the country!] [This tactic seems familiar. Reminds me of the gamer Kill who took the gaming world by storm five years ago.] [It can’t be. This account seems like a new account! Can’t be Kill, I guess...?]

" _*]: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">

Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin. "Sheesh you don't even know how useful this weapon you uncultured swine.! Just ask Eugene he will tell you just how useful this weapon is!" Eira huffs out defiantly. "Who?? Who is this E-Eugen??" Sorin asks confused. "Not Eugen it's Eugene, you know the dashing bandit who's nose always ends up getting skewered on the wanted posters?" Eira says as she looked at him if he understood. Sorin still looked confused.

"Mrs. Gable, Brenda is an infected ghoul. Her internal organs are mostly decorative at this point." "Still," Mrs. Gable hummed, adjusting her sweater as she shuffled off toward the stairs. "It’s impolite to ignore a neighbor." "Next!" I called out. Next up was Gamer Guy from Apt 201—a twitchy twenty-year-old named Leo wearing an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. He was clutching a heavy canvas duffel bag like a sacred artifact. "Lena! Sister! My savior!" Leo babbled, stepping up to the stool. "Tell me you have double-A batteries! My wireless gaming mouse died right before the apocalypse hit, and I have five off-line single-player RPGs saved on my custom rig!"

he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested. "No, just cold," Brand lied through gritted teeth. His brother just laughed at him. "Don't worry, Brother. It will all be over soon, then we can get to the feasting," Brodi told him jovially. Brand frowned at him. "Easy for you to say," he muttered. "Really, Brother. I know you missed our ceremony, but believe me, I was just as nervous as you are." "It's the truth," Gunnar said, coming up to stand next to them, dressed in his own warrior finery. "He was sweating buckets. I thought we were going to have to run to the house a

Emma turned on the coffee maker at the usual time, fifteen minutes before six, while she took a shower and got ready. She would have her first cup of the day before leaving for work. Emma was a risk analyst at a major international company with its headquarters in Germany. She was the best at her job and had been the top-performing employee for over a year. She was relentless, strict, obsessed with cleanliness and order, a perfectionist, and… an exceptional woman. Everyone who knew her admired her, but not everyone.