Grumpy Gaming Novels & Stories

"Fine, but you have to listen to at least 3 of their songs to list them." "Disturbed, Fall Out Boy, and Green Day. Easy. Favorite video game?" "Probably Skyrim or Apex Legends. I like multiplayer games up to and until I get salty, then I play single-player ones to cool off." "I usually just punch things when I get mad because of video games, that and angry swearing usually helps," I said as the waitress brought me my drink, "Thank you." "That only works for so long, you eventually run out of swears to use or things to punch, either way, it only lasts for so long."

"No I don't think so but maybe if you behave I'll show you, so how about we watch one of my favorite shows." "You say it like you have alot?" "Yeah, whenever I'm stressed out about something or sad I keep myself busy with TV series and shows." "So what're we watching today?" He says raising his eyebrows. "Game of thrones," I say smiling. "Really? You know I've never watched an episode." "What? Really? How?" "Yeah I just don't get why people are obsessed with it." "Oh cmon Noah, you have to watch game of thrones. It's so addictive and almost everyone I know watches it. So mister we're starting from season 1 episode 1 today," I say smiling.

Sparkly hoyboy: Is he bouncing on the bed or is he bouncing on you?;) Grumpy Sexy: Next time I see you, I will throw you inside of a trashcan. Sparkly hotboy: I'm hurt! Grumpy Sexy: No one cares DarthVader: TOMORROW! WE'RE GONNA GO TO ALDERTREE'S HOUSE AND WE'RE GONNA HAVE THE TRIPLE DATE AFTER. I'M SO EXCITED. WE'LL HAVE MY DREAM TRIPLE DATE AND I'LL BE A DETECTIVE TOMORROW. YASS!

I slink out of the office to the game room, where Eriq’s playing Kingston, an early game I designed based on my grandmother’s birthplace—a first-person shooter still popular today. “Behind you,” I say, sitting beside him. He spins, shoots the target, and keeps going. For ten minutes, he plays, only acknowledging me when I point out enemies. “You okay?” I ask after another five minutes of silence. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “Oh…” I mumble. He keeps playing, eyes glued to the screen. He’s upset about the Japan trip—I get it, but he should know it’s just business. “Are you mad about the trip?”

VS:Gen: i try not to VS:Gen: minsan parang trabaho na yung paglalaro e hahahaha Xhyro Gaming: wow galing mo kasi boss Xhyro Gaming: nood nalang tayo? Xhyro Gaming; joke sige na mag-iingat ka ssob She grinned. Lately, this guy’s been clingy. Ang mga message nito sa kanya ay halos bawat oras na. Is he secretly a spy of Titans, trying to get some strategy or information to beat them?

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

I will it to stop by digging the heels of my hands into my eyes. It doesn't not, in fact, stop. It keeps playing in my mind. Still rubbing my eyes, I say, "What the hell was that?" Grumpy's godlike body has now found a permanent residence in the hollow of my brain. "Can you keep the door closed, please?" My voice sounds scandalized, as it should. I don't deserve to be traumatized by an insanely godlike body this early in the morning. "Were you hallucinating?" I hear Grumpy speak. I don't miss the note of mockery in his voice. His voice definitely sounds better than Karl's.

"I think everyone, at least once in their life, feels like they're failing at some point or another." "Are you actually being civil?" I ask, failing to mask my shock. If you know Grey, you know it's not often that he's civil. "This is exactly why I don't try to help people," he grumbles aloud to himself, unhappy. I open my mouth to say something when a voice speaks over me: "Why are you so grumpy on such a beautiful morning, Grey?" "Beautiful, alright," Grey agrees, a grin now on his face – it's a weird sight to see, I'm not going to lie.

He must have been thirsty after the game! “H-hi!” I replied sheepishly. "You still have that blanket?" He grinned at me sending my mind into a chaos of confusion, "But you went missing. When I got back you were no longer there so I figured you found it." I explained myself, "Just messing with you. I am Jupitor, everyone calls me Banks." He extended his hand and grabbed mine in a firm grip, then shook it gently, "Galina. Everyone calls me whatever they want to call me as long as it's from my name."

Chapter Eight Archer I take my earbuds out and wipe sweat from my brow, having just finished stretching after a workout. There’s a gym not even a block away from my apartment, and though I work crazy hours I try to make it a point to get in some exercise a few times a week. Though I haven’t lately. Quinn’s been too much of a distraction, in a good way of course.