Grumpy Gaming Novels & Stories

James "Want to hit the club later? You look like you need it." Lewis said as he perched on the armrest of the coffee couch in my office. I sighed in frustration as I pinched the bridge of my nose. A certain rival gaming company had risen from no where and released a killer ass game that was toping the charts with it's ratings. This caused the stock price of my game company to drop as the ratings of my game, wolfman, decreased drastically. This issue had been stressing me a lot lately; I didn't make money from making games, it was just a hobby of mine but they were like my babies and I couldn't sit back and watch as my babies got bullied.

Gulp, I swear this man has a personality disorder. "Understand?" "Yes....master."

With both hands busy, Grimm’s knee still bops and bumps while he clacks away on the laptop with more than a few other gadgets tacked on to the device. Puppy’s mouth must be attached to the same motor as his leg as he talks us through all the tech crap he’s doing. “Fuck me kid...” I know Rourke’s about to demand the same thing I am ‘English’. Daddy barely gets out the correction he can’t bite down before Grimm lands a comeback with a wit as fast as the rest of his hyperactive parts. “Forgot my lube, and you’re missing a few zeros on my check before I deep throat a King Kong cock,” my coffee flies out of my nose as much as my mouth.

I whispered to Billy, "That man looks like he's playing a video game!" I tried to say hello, but the grumpy man just looked at me like I was a bug. So I said louder, "Excuse me, sir! We're looking for my Daddy, Mr. Damien! He works here!" The grumpy man sighed like it was the biggest sigh in the whole world. He said, "Damien? I don't think he works here." and went back to his sparkly game. I got a little scared and my voice got a bit squeaky. "But he does! He's very important! He does lots of meetings!"

Mathew nods, gives me a sympathetic look before hurrying out of the office. Mr. Grumpy tilts his head, extending his hand and I mistook that as a handshake extension and reaches to take his hand but he scowls. "The coffee, dummy!" He groans irritatedly. Right, I thought as much. I hand him the coffee, and he takes it with a glare, and heads back to his desk but just when I thought it was all over, he spits the coffee out, and faces me with a glare that screams if eyes could kill.

What did he mean by that? “Oh, really? Then, Mr. Grumpy, what if I make it my mission to prove you wrong?” Silence filled the room as he locked eyes with mine. "Good luck with that, crybaby."

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Gunner snorted at Khyle's halfhearted attempt to sell him on it. He sounded about as doubtful as Gunner felt. It wasn't that Gunner Jäger was adverse to playing some video games. Guys were guys after all. If there wasn't anything hot to pursue, then having a few beers and running your buddy off the road or shooting him six ways to Sunday was always a good alternate. Video games were fine. At home. At a party. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“Miss Smith!” The sound of Apollo’s palm slamming against the mahogany desk echoed through the executive suite. It was loud enough to make Stacy jump. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She didn’t rush to his side. Instead, she offered a slow and weary eye roll from her desk before dragging herself to her feet. “Goodness, Stacy, what did you do this time?” Rocky asked. Her voice dripped with mock concern as she meticulously applied a layer of blush to her cheeks.

There had been times he had fallen asleep while reading, but luckily no one noticed the missing books before he managed to put it back. At night he would go watch the blacksmith teach his apprentice. The old man went by the name Gregorius, but everyone just called him Grumpy Greg. He obviously didn't like this, but didn't complain openly about it. The kid was called Kyle, and was constantly verbally abused by his master. Will had even heard Kyle complain about the customers teasing him as well.

Cole nudged me and motioned towards my back. I got up and turned around. And guess who graced us with their presence. It’s none other than Mr. Grumpy. He looked beyond angry though but in a hot kind of way. Bad Evelyn. Do not think like that for this entitled asshole. I imagined smoke coming out of his ears and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Why do handsome guys always have to be like this? I turned around and sat down on my chair. “What are you doing?” Adrian asked me totally on the verge of shitting his pants.