Gamer Novels & Stories

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.

"What's your name son?" The Imperial soldier looked puzzled for a second, but the adrenaline cut through his confusion and he nodded to him, finally reloading his autogun. "Name's Lem. Thanks for that! Not sure I could take another one" making a lazy wave to the butchered and rotting corpses around him, panting heavily.

There is no way. She looked at his face, hoping to find anything that will help her. His face was cold, stern. Green eyes were focused on the cards; nothing else mattered. Only the cards and the win... in his eyes there was something that reminded her of a tiger. He took only one card from his hand, and placed it on the unit field. Her mouth opened wide, the card was a vampire. With only one card he has defeated her, a seasoned Gamer player. The cards one by one fell from her hand onto the table. He lowered his hand, then, she found out that all of his cards were different elements; fire was nowhere to be seen.

All it would’ve taken was a change of wardrobe and a slight hairstyle change, and we wouldn’t raise a single eyebrow walking into a StopGame. Don’t give me that P.C. stereotyping crap. Look, I’m not saying this to be sexist or anything. Believe me, I know anyone can be a gamer, or a fisher, or a K-K-Fucking-K member, regardless of how they look or dress. That’s not what I’m saying. Hell, I’ve been known to spend a weekend killing people on video games (ya know, when I’m not spending my weekend killing people in real life . . . )

He added, and I cracked up again. “You sound just like Tommy. Well, too bad. I’m not much of a gamer. I’ve never played a video game all my life.” I admitted, and he gave a charming smile. “Then this would be your first video game. Nothing in there is real, but they must not get to you…”

Endorsements were canceled, his company blacklisted him, and everyone within his circle of friends ghosted him. Willa had not investigated further to know what became of his fate, but now the man before her suddenly looked too familiar. And the scene happening before her wasn’t just any scene; it was the same scene from the video that had gone viral: a top gamer thrusting into a doll with reckless abandon, oblivious to the world around him. “Yes... Come on,” Player Nine groaned desperately. Willa covered her eyes; it was too disgusting to watch, but her body was reacting in ways she didn’t like.

There were hundreds, even thousands of them, and every single one was full of insults aimed at me. "We trusted you!" "You were the one who told us to keep fighting, and now you turn around and take money from the Romano Famiglia!" "You promised that you would help us, so what's the meaning of this?" In that instant, a heavy silence settled over the office. I stared at the screen for a few moments before lowering the tablet. Dante hadn't changed at all. He would simply upend the chessboard if he found himself unable to control the match. I raised my head, speaking with a clarity that ensured everyone present could hear.

Jeremy looks down on me with a soft smile, biting on his lower lip. Don’t look at me like that! We’re only supposed to be fake dating. Stop looking at me like I just hung the damn moon. I adjust in my seat, eyeing the glass of wine on the table. No, it’s too early to get drunk. “Yes, what Jeremy said.” “The gaming industry is brutal. I can’t imagine two rivals keeping it up while in love.” Mr. Hilton straightens, frowning at us. We’re about to be caught red-handed, of course Jeremy butts in to save the day as usual.

I advised Ros. "Yes, Bossbrad. I am taking part in gambling this. I love it!" Ros looks as if an addict, he stated as he centered on what he changed into gambling. Constantly click on the mouse. There are increasingly more younger humans right here on the pc shop. Even women are right here too. They watch Ros. Everyone changed into pleased with Ros's gambling skills. Some humans from different barangays additionally got here right here to look Ros. Because Ros is the King Of Rules Of Survival Gamer in our barangay.

“I don’t know what games you’re trying to play, but I’m not interested.” “Games?” Dominique asks, his voice deep and rich. “You seriously think I bought shares from a hospital that cost me millions of dollars just because I want to play a game with you? You can’t be that daft, Robyn.” “Then, what’s this? What do you want? Sex?” “Sex? Is that what you want?” Dominique asks, tilting his head to the side. I burst into a chuckle, still staring up at this man. Fuck, he’s corny.