Gourmet Gaming Novels & Stories

Damian replied. Marcus smiled and then came and sat next to me on the couch. It was too close for my liking, so I pretended to adjust my position putting some space between us. “I bought a gaming company few months ago. But it's not been making any profits at all.” Marcus began. Damian leaned back in his seat, “What kind of game does your company make?” He asked carefully. “You know, just the normal action kind. Children and adults can play it.” Marcus replied. “And where is this company located?” Damian asked.

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

It was the exact look I'd never been able to resist in the past—the reason I'd given in over and over again. But after their repeated betrayal, that same expression now made my skin crawl. I shook Nova off without the slightest hesitation. She staggered and fell right into Luke's arms. I couldn't be bothered to spare them another glance. I turned and walked straight into my private game room, put on my full-body haptic suit, and ordered, "Adrian, open the horror game to the public. Now." This equipment had been custom-made for me by the company. It was completely different from the simple headset setup Nova had given me in the game room at home.

Some of us died from old age, others died because of hunters, and some of us just went to war with each other. There weren't many of us to begin with, but now including the 4 we slaughtered, my pack, Lunar Rise, and the pack we are about to slaughter, Lunar Peak, were the only ones left. Now it's just us and Lunar Peak. They is it as "conquering our kind to become the rulers", they want to be on top, the ring leaders of our kind. One alpha, one luna, one beta, one gamma, only our warriors, only our scouts, and their families.

I hope that I will still be able to remain loyal to the alpha of the gray wolf clan . Deep bass hit my befuddled brain as I paused at the entrance, taking in the scenery. The bright glare of the laser show darted along the luxurious interior of the entertainment venue and its visitors in time with the sound of hard rock. She couldn't resist and took a deep breath of the smell of nicotine and alcohol, which was deeply ingrained in the atmosphere. She glanced around the dance floor. Sweaty, heated bodies writhed and rubbed against each other to the unpretentious rhythm of the music. The main contingent was hardly twenty years old. I shifted my attention to the lounge area. Among the leather so

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?

He whispers, his words shutting down my brain cells. I raise my glass of wine to my lips and take a sip as I look anywhere else but him. Thankfully, Dominique doesn’t say anything else. We continue to eat and as usual, Dominique continues to stare at me. We finish eating and the waiter comes back to clear the table. With nothing but a bottle of wine and our two glasses left on the table, I exhale. “Okay, I have got a game for us.” Dominique smiles. “I can’t wait to hear it.”

Zhi Rou hastened to catch up with him, seeing the young man in front of her, she was filled with various emotions. All along, I thought he was a trashy, ignorant fellow who was a disgrace to the educational community! After half a day of interaction, I realized a… If it was rubbish, what was it? Didn't that mean she wasn't into anything at all? She gritted her teeth, walked. With disbelief still reflecting within her beautiful black eyes, she asked: “You seem very knowledgeable about food. Could you be…a gourmet? “ There were many professions in this world and gourmet was one of them. Gourmets are often born with a sensitivity to taste, and their ability to distinguish flavors far exceeds th

Trays of big chunks of meats, steaks, and expensive wines were passed; the rich aroma of the roasted game filled the clearing as the women continued happily twirling and dancing. Loud laughs from the men as they banged the table elevated, and the warriors joined the dancers in a feverish celebration, their bodies moving with the rhythm of the music. Seeing them now, you won’t believe they were the same men who came in a few moments ago with stern-looking faces.