Gamer's Guide To Pretty Much Everything Novels & Stories

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?

“Then that tramp will have the pleasure of explaining herself.” Nico leaned back in his chair, watching the fire in Nero’s gaze. The demon was back and out for blood. That same old ruthless certainty burned there. It was the look of a man who’d kill anyone or anything that tried to move his pieces off his gameboard. Nero’s gameboard. “Tonight, then,” Nico said finally. Nero nodded once. “Tonight.”

Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings. Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society. Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding. She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”

He practically tripped over himself getting to his gaming system, setting it up with the kind of practiced efficiency that spoke of hours spent on this hobby. As he launched the game and started explaining the controls, I found myself relaxing slightly. This was easy, safe. This was a kid being excited about something he loved, wanting to share it with someone new. There were no hidden agendas, no manipulations, no tests to pass or fail. "Okay, so you press this button to aim, and this one to shoot," Ollie was saying, demonstrating on his own controller. "And if you need to reload, it's this button here. The important thing is to stay in cover and not rush in, because—"

"Gideon, do you hate me? Because of me, you lost your best friend. Because of me, you wasted eight years of your life." By the end, her voice was trembling. She lowered her head. I let out a quiet laugh. There was nothing in my eyes except relief and peace. "Josephine, you're giving yourself too much credit. If I don't love you anymore, where would the hate come from?" She froze, then changed the subject. "Are you happy here?" "I am." Leaning against the railing beside the road, I answered casually, "The weather's nice, and there aren't many people. I found a job with a local tour company. I take visitors around and show them the country.

"Boss, since this woman wronged you, I'll help you get your revenge!" Carla was a rare kind of gaming genius. Even when I dueled her one-on-one, I lost more often than I won. Someone like Madison, who barely had time to play games, was no match for her. In three minutes flat, Carla completely crushed her. Smiling sweetly, Carla turned on voice chat. "Tsk. With skills like that, you might want to spend less time talking and more time practicing—before your gameplay gets even more pathetic." "Who are you?" Madison asked calmly, completely unaffected by the taunt. "Wasn't Charlie the one using this account?

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

"What?" He took a deep breath and dove right in, lying in a way that made him shudder on the inside. "Is it okay if we just say I'm tired of playing games and move on? I have no intention of manipulating you to gain advantage over my father or for any other reason. I want to be near you not because I think it will irritate him to see us together, but because I enjoy you as a person. So I believe the only remaining concerns are: do you desire the same thing as me, or have I misinterpreted the indications and the attraction I thought we had is merely a fiction of my imagination?" "It's not a fabrication of your mind," she conceded, "but I'm not sure why you'd pursue it since you indicated just