Gamer Novels & Stories

It made her lonely. “You want to play video games?” “Video games?” “Yeah, I got the new game called Demonyo* where you can choose a mage, a fighter, a deadeye, a rebel, and a wizard as your main character.” “You did? I heard about the game coming out, but I totally forgot about it.” “I just got it this morning, and I haven’t even opened the package yet. You want to play it together?” She asked like a kid wanting to open her Christmas present. Owen could not decline.

Chapter 3 Just a simple reminder was enough to drain all color from May’s face. In her excitement, she had nearly forgotten her place. As a long-time employee at Nyxeria, May was fully aware of how twisted and violent Damien could be—what he hated most was being addressed by his name directly. Luckily, Damien wasn’t present. Otherwise, May feared she wouldn’t even get a taste of this wealthy life before dying a miserable death. Quickly trying to divert attention, she said, “Then please take us to our rooms. I still need to go shopping for my daughter later.”

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Pat - "No questions, just play. It's 1v1 this time. You will play four games with four different players this time." Jc didn't care, logging his account on the most popular game until now, a team-based strategy game where two teams of five powerful champions face off to destroy the other's base. This game is 'Glory Legends' "Welcome back, Grandpa07!" Pat - "Pffft! Hahaha." Seeing Jc's nickname again, he couldn't contain his laughter anymore. Jc - "Okay, you triggered me now, a thousand for every win, or else I'll just go now."

With the white lights all around and light from the moon, everything was perfect and it was so serene, the entire smell of good food filling the air along with different smells of rich perfume. “So James, what do you do?” Raya began and it was so funny to James as she had the tone of a mother who is displeased at the fact that her daughter is getting married to some man. “I own a gaming company. J.I GAMING COMPANY.” He responded, taking a sip of his wine watching as Mrs Lily had not spoken or even looked at him but was serving a very picky Ivy food. “No way! The last game release was sick bro. I have to hand that to you.” Fredy complimented in excitement and James smiled appreciating him.

The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment. Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it. “I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Christina. I’m not a transgender man, but I thought it would be fun to put a transgender hitman inside the game and model him after myself.” The gunman’s throat went dry for a minute when he saw Amy was trying to leave the room. He went back to rambling, hoping that his talking woul

Jonah mocked humorously. The guy knew how to play with fire, I will certainly give him that one, but he was playing a game he would eventually lose and he wouldn't like the outcome at the end of that loss. Because the only way this game was going to end was with his death. It only seemed fitting for it to end that way.

I met his gaze squarely and said coldly, “You know that she’s my girlfriend too, huh?” I took out my phone and showed him a hotel billing statement, and it was billed to the supplementary card I had set for Naomi. “You can’t even pay for your own hotel room to sleep with another woman? You should earn enough money for a vasectomy instead.”

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"