Games Like Mad Father 소설 & 이야기

Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

“ Mom , I……it’s not what it looks like . “ said Damian with a nervous smile . “ Oh , isn’t it sir Damian ! Some people came to attack him . He would have died had my son not used himself as a shield to protect him from the attacker’s attack . I guess I have all the rights in the world to be angry and to not like your son Diana . “ said madam Laura . When madam Diana heard it she turned her head towards her son and smiled at him in a threatening way . “ Son , is this true ? “ said madam Diana with a dark look . Damian gulped a little as things took a different turn every passing minute . “ You are done for . He he he he ! “ said mr Adam with a smirk . “ Are you happy old man ? “ said Damian a

Ella I watched as my father pulled Logan away from the party… to play a game of chess. “Oh no,” Ema’s voice echoed in the back of my mind. “Not this again.” Her words made me wince. I was suddenly reminded of a boyfriend I’d had when I was younger; my father had pulled a similar stunt, using a game of chess as a gauge for the boy’s worthiness to be my boyfriend. Needless to say, we weren’t together after that. My boyfriend turned out to be a rather sore loser and stormed out angrily. I could still remember my father’s words: “See, Ella? Never waste your time on men who don’t know how to lose.”

"I'm done now. I couldn't fuck anyone if my life depended on it." "Sit around here with a bunch of beautiful bare naked women and see how you feel in a couple hours." Dad laughed. "Yeah, maybe four, I could get it up again if I didn't have a heart attack first. Rampant fucking is a young man's game. Your Mom and I are going to head home." "Why did you and Mom decide to play?" I asked.

"Why don't we eat lunch together and makeup?" The food was laid on the table in their small pantry area. The scent of a home-cooked meal was all over the room. One thing this place has taught Sierra is how to be a good cook. "Let's eat?" She offered. "Your father dropped by the house to give us some of the fish he got from this day's fishing." "Yeah, it looks good." "It's a simple sweet and sour dish. Don't you dare try and make it sound like I tried too hard?"

Leon asked like the curious gossip he was. "Pissed me off." He whistled. "Wow, takes a lot to piss you off on that scale man. Lemme guess, he insulted your dead mother." "No." "Your papa?" "No." "Your sister?" Not the sister he was thinking of, I'm sure. "No." "Your sexy best friend?" "Fuck off Leon." "Roma is fucking pissed." Motherfucker is lucky I didn't go back in there to find him. "He can be pissed at a nearer distance. Staring down the barrel of my gun."

“But if it’s really something fun, I want to pick up a friend first.” “Safe!” he confirms, and I turn my head to continue to watch the commentators discussing the game without being able to hear them. I follow their moving lips while listening to the music and watch the statistics popping up on the screen until Roger returns from the toilet and we leave the pub in a good mood. *** “Ollieeee!” I wait a moment to see if he responds as I put my hands back around my lips, calling him again. “Ollieeeee!” A window opens and a guy with disheveled hair looks out of it with a groan. “What the fuck, Danny? Do you know what time it is? My father is going to kill me if he hears you.”

"Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been cheating outside?" Jack immediately grabbed a wine glass on the table and hurled it at me as soon as I finished my sentence. "I trusted you, but not only did you betray me, you refused to acknowledge it even now? Looks like you're not going to admit everything until the final moment!" Cara quickly covered my ears when she heard what Jack was saying, "You can't say to Mom! Mom won't do something like that! I'm your daughter! If you don't believe it, I can do the test w

“Yeah, I thought as much. I wouldn't leave this rascal here completely in charge either. It's too much of a risk. They're young and reckless.” “Reckless,” Vince nodded. “And stupid.” Father laughed. I was more engrossed in staring at the man. Until our eyes met again and I looked away. Something about staring into those green, icy eyes didn't sit right. It reminded me of when he blatantly asked his men to leave the scar on my face. A scar Father spent millions to cover up. “Does he have a mate?” Father asked, breaking the little silence. “Who?” “Your son.”

Flora frowned at the sight of the father-son duo, nestled together on the sofa, their game controllers gripped tightly, with an additional teddy bear cushion clutched between them. "Why are you playing video games this early in the morning?" In response to her, the boy knitted his brows: "I can't possibly wake up early to arrange flowers. Don't bother me, mom. Today, I have to settle the scores with Daddy Matthew." His father, a man of all trades, even excelled in gaming. The little lad had struggled for so long, yet couldn't secure a victory. The more he failed to win, the fiercer the fighting spirit in his eyes. He always yearned to challenge his father.