Grumpy Gaming Novels & Stories

126. MARLON What sort of sick game is this? I'm fucking her son and she is doing my Dad? Bile rush up my throat. We are all going to hell for this. Somehow, I am able to stumble out of the house and projectile vomit over the grass. My lungs feel like they are being flooded with acidic water, and the world just keeps spinning around me. Maybelline feet come into vision, as I am wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"The question is, are you ready, Gray? We all know which one of us is the sore lose." "That's because you cheat and I hate it when people cheat," I complain. Unless I'm the one cheating, of course, “Let's get started." My biggest problem with Cums is that he's always an annoying overgrown pup who thinks he's better than everyone else just because he’s ‘royalty’ and acts like a dumbass, but as soon as he puts cards in his hand, he turns into a statue. Which I have yet to accomplish. It's always the same thing. He doesn't even need much time to destroy me, I think this guy has super powers or something, he can't possibly beat me every time.

At first I thought the iconic Clumsy Gracie was going to ask for help, not until she opened her fraudulent mouth. “Here, glue your eyes back to their sockets” Iconic, I must admit. I watch her move back to her computer with her face squeezed like a bag of burritos, whatever that means. I lean back in my chair, watching her evil fingers fly over the keyboard. My life is boring, all I do is work, play basketball in my free time, hit the gym and search the internet for some good insults and comebacks so I never run out of what to say and lose a fight to Gracie. I’d rather lick a dog’s puke.

A fervent light was in each set of eyes as well. The room filled in behind us. I could recognize Grams' energy signature. I didn't really care who else was here as long as they were willing to discuss their thoughts with me later. "We're ready. But I swear to the stars, Tove, you speak in technobabble, I'll intention your shit to pieces," Grumpy said with a grimace.

“Can we eat cotton candy too?” “Only if you share,” I teased, catching her grin in the mirror. Beside her, Graham, eleven, hunched in his hoodie, his eyes fixed on his handheld gaming console, the tinny sounds of digital battles leaking from his earbuds. His silence was a quiet ache, a reminder of Brian’s influence—telling him Ernest was fake, not his real dad. I wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap, but his focus on the game felt like a wall I wasn’t sure how to climb yet.

Heart pounding, I stumbled toward the sound. At the foot of the staircase, Dad stood in front of the study door, phone pressed to his ear. A glass lay in shards around his feet, his other hand balled into a fist. The air was so heavy I didn’t dare breathe too loud. “Mr. Grey, I’m giving you just twenty-four hours to pay me the money or else… You know what I’m talking about. And you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?” The man’s voice on the other end was so cold it crawled down my spine.

The mug stayed levitated inches from his lips as his eyes darted to the digital clock on his desk. 8:52 AM. A subtle glint flashed in his dark eyes, and a devastatingly sly, mocking smile crept onto his lips. He decided to play along and trap her. Dr. Yousef: Dr. Grumpy Pants? Why grumpy? What does he even do to you guys for you to call him that? Leaning against the wall to catch her breath, Hala typed back with furious enthusiasm: Hala: Ugh, Dad, if you saw him teaching! You’d think he’s plotting world domination! He’s super serious, never smiles, and literally the entire cohort is terrified of him. But honestly... he does have an aura!

"Did I say anything wrong? Your mom would've definitely wanted you to be more generous. You're making such a scene over a pair of earrings. She wouldn't be happy if she saw this." I slapped him across the face. Hunter's cold voice came through the phone. "Natalie, did you hit him?" Gabriel's face turned to the side, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. "Natalie, you've become someone I don't even recognize anymore!" I ignored him, picked up my bag, and walked out. From my phone speaker, I heard Hunter say, "If you walk out now, don't expect to see me home tonight." I stopped in my tracks and said, "Whatever."

He was so nice. "Alrighty."I took his hand,giggling. "Im Britondii Luca " "Hello Miss Britondii, so in case you are wondering wondering why is a man dressed the way I am walking the street yea." He looked at me and grinned. "I own a gaming company in England called Grays Games. I came here to visit my family who reside here yea? My younger brother who runs one of the sites here totes dragged me out of the house and told me we were going to buy something for grand mum Yea? And when we arrived the lad dodged me and texted me telling me I should call him when I have socialised a bit. I asked what if I get lost and he said I should find somebody to show me around. Can you believe that lad Briton

he said as he yawned, stretching his arms above his head. A puff of smoke appeared and enveloped his feet up to his lower legs. It slowly thickens. "What do you want?," a grumpy voice resonated from it, giving off a deep and strong accent. Looking down with a bored face, the smoke sufficed and revealed an Egyptian Sphynx cat looking back at him with an annoyed face. "Quit it, Pug. This is important," he answered and continued walking down the hallway, passing by the crowd earlier. "You know I heard, the second serving of ice cream is here so let's go. It'll be a great opportunity."