Novelas y relatos de Griefer X Player

The player was having the most powerful gun Groza. “Who is this guy?” asked Young Ho annoyed. There was supply drop in front of Lily. “Hurry!! Take it. Take it. Take ittttttt!” said Eun Ji and Lily took it immediately. She got M416 gun from it. Young Ho and Min Jun was still confused because of some player named Grim-reaper who suddenly came and is only targeting them. “Who is that b*stard???” asked Min Jun furiously while attacking him. “Who the hell is Grim_reaper?” asked Young Ho angrily.

"I need another gun." Ricchar plunked down his wine glass on the metal table. The curious look in his eyes became a glare in mere seconds. "For?" "Backup." "So buy one." "I can't." I sighed out loud. "My therapist's too fucking nosey. Where's your guy?" "What guy?" "The guy who sold you those Glocks and Berettas." "I'm not giving you his number." Ricchar pulled a face and pocketed his pack of cigarettes. "Go find another hobby."

Looking through the large window, she saw an hotel across the parking lot, which she could easily set up in, but the random movement of people in the room meant that there a likelyhood that she would be obstructed while trying to hit her mark. “We’re raising the entry f*e for the third round to three hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Surprisingly, Kimberly was still in the game, despite paying little attention to what was going on in front of her. She counted an extra hundred dollars worth of chips and pushed it across the board, just as the other three players had done. If she was to do a perfect job, she’ll have to make her shot when her target was still in the parking lot, whic

"I am Liam, Beta of the Blackfoot Pack. I have news of your mate." Gunnar shifted and eyed the man angrily. "It's a trick, brother. We can't believe anything he says." Finn was soon next to them as well. "I agree. He may have been sent by Killian to lead us into a trap." "Possibly," Brodi agreed, "but let's hear it." He crossed his arms over his wide chest. He knew the posture looked intimidating but he felt like he was doing it simply to hold himself together. Liv had been in excruciating pain. He had to find her as quickly as possible. "What do you know?"

“That’s what the white creature is. A Gravok. They herd Ferals. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” I gave a watery laugh. “It was a dream, Xan. You can’t fight dreams.” “I hate that it touched you at all,” he growled, brushing damp hair from my face. “I hate anything that scares you.” I closed my eyes and reached inside myself. Wolf? You there? Nothing. Not even an echo. Figures, I thought. Just trauma. Xander suddenly pulled back, clapped his hands once, and flashed that wicked grin that always melted my defenses.

Connor growled in his face. "Really, then I dare him to go find them!!" "I dare you to tell us where they are!" Connor retort. "Over my dead body!" Xander growls and draws out a small gun from his pocket and points it at the guy. "Then let's send you to your grave, yeah?" The guy scoff. "Even if you kill me, my team will come to avenge me.. by then, all of you will be six feet under!" Xander nods

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

His heavy footsteps sound against the pavement, drawing near. I turn, pull out my gun, and aim it at his head. Tears burn my cheeks, sting my eyes. “You son of a bitch!” I scream, hating how tight and pained my voice comes out. “You set us up!” Xander looks absolutely crestfallen. An act, I’m sure. Just another part of his game. He puts his hands up in surrender, but his finger is curled around the trigger of his gun. He could shoot me if he wants to. I don’t understand why he’d approach, why he’d let me get the drop on him.

He had been dangling like that for at least two months and it was finally time for me to settle my scores. “Well well well! Who do we have here? If it isn’t Xander little hoe. I heard he paid a million for you. Damn you must be really good in bed then. Why don’t you come here and give me a kiss?”. Xavier pouted his lips. I don’t know if he is trying to be cute or what but I found his behavior irritating. I ignored him and went over to the table and dropped the gun. I put on the surgical gloves on my hand and picked up a pillar and a hammer and walked to him like a woman on a mission.

Except the way that gun was now aimed at something that couldn’t even understand what was happening. “Stop.” Xander’s voice cut in again. Sharper. Closer to something dangerous. “Put it down.” Gjarpri didn’t move. Didn’t lower it. Didn’t flinch. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, watching him with something like fascination. “Now this,” he said softly, “this is the reaction I was expecting.” My breath came in short, broken bursts, my entire body trembling as I stared at that gun, unable to look away, unable to think—