Grumpy Gaming Novels & Stories

" sixteen. "You are correct. Wow, the beast has friends? And I thought he was antisocial too. "Do you prefer a more professional approach? Or is it okay for me to treat her on a one-on-one basis? "As you wish. "Very well, how do I explain to you that if Grumpy comes in and sees you without shoes he'll go crazy and kick you out of the company? My surprised face made him laugh, but he had a doubt. "Grumpy? "You're not allowed to call him that in your fucking life either, that's my nickname towards him.

Grumpy: I’m going to enjoy giving you a fail on your exam. -Norali: Are you always full of empty threats? -Mr. Grumpy: I don’t do empty threats.

I tried to smile—to lighten up the mood but failed when he just gave me a sharp look. I’ve got frustrated by the way he’s treating me but I need to be calm. Yet, I couldn't think of why is he like this? What is his problem? Why is he so grumpy and arrogant? Is he too stressed out handling a big company like this? Well, if that's the case, he needs to loosen up a bit. "I'm not asking for your name," he scoffed. "Just answer what I asked you to." I sat down in my seat at the kind of tune he used. I could hear that with annoyance. It was as if he was just holding back on me and if I hadn't corrected my answer he might have exploded completely.

"Then go rob a bank. You guys are ghosts, right? No one would even know that anyone breached their security. Come to think of it, the more I think about it, the better it sounds. You guys can actually make me super-rich within the twinkle of an eye.“ “We are not fairy godmothers or genies. Get.that.Straight." Mason stated. “Oh, that's right. You guys can't even remember who you are so maybe you've forgotten that you had powers." “You're dumber than I thought," Mason facepalmed. "Hey, grumpy, you know nothing about my IQ, so stop jumping to conclusions.” "I'm not. Your way of reasoning just supports my hypothesis," he smirked. Can you just imagine that? He smirked! Grumpy annoying Mason smirk

“That’s what you get for messing up with me.” “You ruined my shoes.” He yells, glaring down at his scuffed white sneakers. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before grabbing me, Mr Grumpy.” I smirk, folding my arms across my chest. His eyes widen at my words. “What did you just say? Mr Grumpy?” I laugh at the look on his face. “Yeah, you heard me—Mr Grumpy. Fits you perfectly, don’t you think?” His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, towering over me. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.

A useless manager, cause instead of making his players practice, he spoiled by getting them an easy victory. I'll make sure to add him on my revenge. " Guys, let's clash," I said glaring at the BIG gaming glare. END OF CHAPTER 26

“And how did you..” A chat pops up on the side of my screen: “Identity confirmation” “I’m sorry, what?” I type back. I hear the click of my computer taking a photo. My confused expression appears in the chat prompt as a barely focused photo. “Nyx Johnson identity confirmed.” BullygamesFile002 Passcode: Pre$t0ni$@Pr!ck” Once the file is opened, I find it is filled with pictures of Lily--Lily with Atticus. Lily smiling in the Legacy photo. Lily dressed as a stranger wearing a push-up bra and too much make-up.

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

I halt in my steps when I see Grumpy standing by the door, a deep frown on his face, his body on high alert. “Where have you been?” His voice is deeper than usual. Something like worry flickers in his eyes, but I must be mistaken because it disappears immediately. “Trying to find a way home.” I snap, unable to keep the frustration out of my voice. His frown deepens. “And that’s your idea of a weapon. Do you plan on asking danger to go away nicely, with your pretty little stick.” “What is it to you?” I retort, sidestepping him and getting inside.