Gourmet Gaming Novels & Stories

Jeremy looks down on me with a soft smile, biting on his lower lip. Don’t look at me like that! We’re only supposed to be fake dating. Stop looking at me like I just hung the damn moon. I adjust in my seat, eyeing the glass of wine on the table. No, it’s too early to get drunk. “Yes, what Jeremy said.” “The gaming industry is brutal. I can’t imagine two rivals keeping it up while in love.” Mr. Hilton straightens, frowning at us. We’re about to be caught red-handed, of course Jeremy butts in to save the day as usual.

I asked walking towards it. " Yeah, this was my old gaming set. Back in my junior days where I was still a beginner." " seriously? This is an old gaming set? Just how rich are you?" Ashley sneers still looking at how beautiful the CPU is. All of this would still cost around 80,000 dollars, while an all-in-one gaming system such as Alienware Aurora R7, The Alienware AW2518H Monitor, Ninja's monitor of choice, offers a premium gaming experience with a 4apid refresh rate that creates smooth, responsive gameplay, giving you the jump on anyone playing on a 60Hz monitor, for example, which runs on Intel Core i5 8th gen CPU and Nvidia GeForce 1050Ti, would cost 1.01 million. Gaming chips: For the l

Each one styled around a theme, doorways gaping like mouths, signage glaring overhead in neon, and blood‑red holo. We emerged into what could only be called a market. Not for food or weapons. For games. Stalls and kiosks had been set up in irregular rows, their counters manned by more of the blank‑faced attendants or slick, pre‑recorded holograms. Above each was a screaming banner: RED STREETS RUN MAZE RUN: HARD MODE LAST STAND: SOLO CAPTURE THE CORE PUZZLE GAUNTLET – COOPERATIVE TOWER ASCENT ONE BULLET

During this period, “burrito” became an unspeakable word among the players. Because the moment someone said that word, a boss would immediately appear at their door. On the player forum, every post revolved around burritos. "Who on earth kidnapped this woman! The entire horror game can’t eat burritos anymore!" "Because of this woman, all the bosses entered berserk mode, and the player survival rate dropped below 10%!" "Please! Hurry and find this woman and end this!"

—F Two hours later another delivery, a sculpture tool that was custom made with initials engraved. For your art. —F Third delivery at noon and this time they were gallery tickets. For tomorrow night. Wear something beautiful. —F I sat on my couch surrounded by gifts and thought about the fact that Felton D'Angelo was paying attention. My phone buzzed. What again? I clicked it only to find a video message. What was Felton D'Angelo up to again? He was in a bathtub with a champagne flute and water sliding down his chest while he looked at the camera like he could see straight through me.

He gave me his evil smirk and began to say with his voice getting low, tempting, breath-taking by each step he took towards me and I took steps back. "We will play a game. " His voice grew husky, deep, immobilizing my being. "If you win, I will fulfill your one demand... It could be anything." He offered with a devilish smirk. My back hit the wall as my breath hitched, pressing myself harder to find him hovering over me. "And what you desire. We will have a normal Boss and PA relationship.." “Sir-” “Shh. No more Garnet. Only-." My heart skipped a beat when he put his hands on the wall and leaned close to me, ripping my strength to replace it with his intoxication.

Finally, I give up on my books definitely, going into the gaming room after Natalina had prepared dinner and left with instructions on how to heat up the food she prepared for us and a big smooch on my cheek. I feel like a teen again and I love it. The gaming room is amazing but I am terrible at the kind of games he has stocked his shelves with. After giving up on the third FPS game, I go through the huge collection of games on the shelves next to the door and scrunch my nose because I’m not finding anything. Stupid men with their guns and swords. Seeing a few horror games, I take two of them out to look at them closer, asking me if I should give it a go and sleep even worse.

The air is thick with the scent of desperation and greed. The room is a den of vice, with round tables scattered about, each one a battleground for high-stakes games of poker and blackjack. The green felt is worn and stained, a testament to the countless nights of excess. Stacks of cash and chips tower above the players, their faces set in determined lines, their eyes fixed on the prize. The chandelier above casts a yellowish glow, highlighting the tension etched on their faces. I spot my contact, a man, only a few years older than me, with umber skin and hazel brown eyes, his tattoos on full display.

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.