Grumpy Gaming Novels & Stories

“Get out!” They all scurried away, except one. My Grandmother. I groaned internally, here we go… “you could have handled that more calmly” she said, “I didn’t kill him Grandma so I did handle it calmly” “You embarrassed him, he is a well respected…” “I am his Alpha, if he has an issue with me, then perhaps he should find another pack… his lying, conniving daughter cost me any chance I might have had with Devonne, so he should be grateful I’m not taking it out on his miserable family”. And that was it, I got up and walked out. People avoiding me in the hallways, whispering behind their hands but I could hear them, I could smell their fear and maybe it was a good thing. Because ever since Devo

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

" The four monsters just stood there, staring at each other. Even the Chat Feed was stunned. [So this wolf isn't just blind—her brain's wired totally different.] [Wait... is the secret to winning this game just being dumb?] [Forget that. I wanna see what she does next.] Just like I figured—Revenant Grandpa was mostly bones, with a few crusty organs crammed in. Good thing I used to be the pack's healer. I knew where stuff was supposed to go. I snapped him back together like a jigsaw. "There. Much better. You should move easier now."

"The Vesper persona isn't a game. It’s a shadow network that currently holds the decryption keys to every single asset Thorne Industries owns. If I don't check in with my broker in exactly twenty minutes, an automated script drops your entire architecture into the open market." A slow, terrifyingly beautiful smile curved his lips. It wasn't the smile of a businessman threatened with ruin; it was the smile of a monster that had finally found a worthy hunt. "Let it drop," Malakai murmured, his thumb slowly tracing the frantic pulse point on my pinned wrist. "Let the whole empire burn to ash, Aria. I can rebuild a corporate structure in a fiscal quarter. I can’t rebuild six months of losing my

She said just as I watched the black window blinds come to a close. I spinned on my swiveling chair and positioned myself in front of my desktop computer. Alden's call came in just as I was getting deep into my work. "Smith, what is it?" I said exasperatedly. "Hey Mr. Grumpy pants." He said playfully. This dude was way too carefree and was quite the opposite to me. "Why are you calling?" "Straight to the point as always..."He mumbled. "Aiden." I said sternly.

I'm done. I'm not playing his stupid games anymore. •

she said. “So for starters if they ask you if you think Grim would make a good Alpha what would you say” I shrugged as I tried to force the lie out of my mouth “I would say no. I don't think he would make a good Alpha” “See that is where you are wrong. That would not arouse their sympathy. Instead, you would say. Grim is a hybrid and arguably the most powerful member of our pack but that does not make him a leader. He is nicknamed Heart Eater and the Hybrid Beast for a reason. He is someone who can't control his anger. How would he control a whole pack? He is a beast and is meant to be in the woods where he belongs not be our Alpha. Do I make myself clear?” She asked.

Zander 7 years ago... Knock, knock, knock. "Zander, open the door. We are about to head out." Great, just what I needed. "Piss off John, I'm not in the mood." That's John, the beta, my father's best friend, confidant, and the guy who does me father's dirty work. I hear John sigh, then receding footsteps. John knows I don't like the idea of this mission. I mean, how can I, when what they want me to do is help them take out another pack?

Moody Carrero on full show. “Which I do … Hair twisting and all. Grumpy!” I huff too and he looks at me for a moment, a brief flicker across his face as he gives up this pointless bickering. We’re both so touchy today it seems. No idea where all this came from. Possibly his delayed hangover if he even got one.

Lukas replied casually, stretching his arms. 'Entertaining?' The personal trainer wondered silently, wiping sweat from his brow. It was very rare for Mr. Lukas Gray to be in anything close to a good mood. He only had two default moods most of the time: Grumpy, like a storm cloud. Super grumpy, ready to snap.