Games Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile. “I actually love how big of a fan you are,” he replied. “I thought I was the biggest football nut until tonight’s game. You might actually have me beat on that one.” I giggled and playfully pushed his shoulder. He reached over and tickled me, just above my hips in reciprocation. This was flirting how it was meant to be and I loved it. It was fantastic. “Based on your football obsession, I assume that you’re in a fantasy league?” Gabe inquired.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

“I can handle myself. And if this is about HIM, you should know better than to think I actually got hurt by that cheap game.” His voice softened, but his eyes glinted. “Besides… it’s his loss. Dante and Maya? they’re different. It’s like I’m the queen on a chessboard and....I like that feeling, I enjoy the thrill. Watching them starve and crave me—” he smirked, air-quoting with his fingers, “—I’m still messing an Enigma up.”

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******* AUTHOR'S NOTE: For new readers - The 'Union Fiasco' Riley mentioned can be read in the book The Beta Is Mine (Gavin and Alia's story). While Aaron, Janna, and Jenny's (and a bit of Beta Dominic) story can be read in the book Loving The Gamma. Both books are available on this APP and are already completed. ♡

Somehow, he started to slowly break his shell in front of the alpha. "En. Come inside; it's cold. I'll make you your milk." "Okay." *** Extra: Chibi Liam looking at Davi's photo: My wifey looks so hot! (๑♡ ⌓♡๑) Chibi Liam looking at Davi from the balcony: My wifey looks so cold! ∑(; °Д°) Gotta make milk for wifey!

"Guilty. You a fan?" Her brows shot up. "Of you? Seriously, dude. I don't know who you are. I didn't even hear your name." If that put-down was meant to be a killing shot, it missed entirely. Tate only cocked his head, one side of his mouth curling into a half-smile. "I meant a fan of the game. I don't have any delusions of grandeur, sugar." Gia's cheeks flushed. "I appreciate football as a sport, yeah. I think most of the people who play it are assholes, though." She looked at Leo and added, "With a few possible exceptions."

After I explained to the alpha, his perfect plan was to go to the pack undercover to get evidence of their shady dealings; that way I'd get my mate back. “There's a gamma contest going on. You can use that as your key code; knowing you, I know you don't have to do too much to get the position.” I looked at my guardian, Jeff and sighed. “I didn't give up being an alpha to get into an A+ spying business... but my mate is involved, so I think I've got no choice.” I wasn't going to get involved, but since my mate was involved, I didn't mind this getting bloody.

" so are you saying that the unknown gamer was a pretty boy?" I chuckled at his question, she's pretty but not a boy haha. " yes, and it will drive his fans crazy" END OF CHAPTER 41

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.