Hollow Gamer Novels & Stories

Yeahh, girls, yeah! That’s right! Do it. Kiss, kiss again! Oh, great! Enjoy yourselves! Uuuuu, cool, babes! I love you! Yes, so nice! So fucking nice! Jenya, young Russian businessman, was sitting on the broad sofa, enjoying the sight. He was fond of these 3 babes, 3 contact sluts who appeared on his first call. He was very rich; he had 5 lover girls within the city and always offered a bounty to each of them. But anyway, he had some interesting feature that characterized him most, he loved and really enjoyed watching lesbo games, seeing 3 or more babes lick, suck and fuck one another with their tongues and dildos, fingers and lubs. That was fucking terrific! He loved to see them moan and cr

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

the hologram rasped, "I'm dead. The Overseer is a lie. The Aethelgard Empire is a ghost. The ships are empty. A few hundred families living in a VR dream while the drones do the killing. I was a sleeper. A virus in his system. Use my override code: Zero-Zero-Reset." The hologram vanished. "Empty ships?" Kaelor spat. "All this blood... for a bunch of ghosts in a machine?" "It makes it easier to kill them," Aradaa said. He slammed the launch sequence. The G-force was a hammer. It slammed them into the padded seats, crushing the air from their lungs. Aradaa’s vision went black at the edges. The mountain fell away. The sky turned from blue to bruised purple, then to the absolute, terrifying blac

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

The last spark of light in her eyes faded away, and she sat in her chair in silence. Lloyd feigned consideration and squatted in front of her to comfort her. “Don’t be sad. Someone like him isn’t worth it. Thank goodness proof of his cheating came out. Otherwise, you would have been kept in the dark for who knows how long. There are plenty of good men in the world. All you need to do is look, and your happiness will be right within reach.” He sounded like he was comforting Naomi, but also like he was promoting himself while also completely severing the last remaining shred of affection I had for Naomi.

Made. He names them Hollow. After his company, Hollow Biotech. After himself. He needed a war, so he built an army. He needed a scapegoat, so he had a daughter. He needed a martyr, so he faked his death. And he needed an heir. Me. The vision snaps. Time resumes. Bullets hit trees, soldiers scream, Draven gasps, alive again, his eyes his own. “What,” he says, “what did you do.” “I saw,” I say. “All of it, he made them, he made me.”

++++ His name was Hollowscar, a highly skilled assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild. Hollowscar, who was 40 years old, had a 9-Star badge on the first floor of the fortress, making him one of the most experienced assassins. His evil nature that loved killing humans made him a good fit as an assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild, where his job was a pleasure in itself. In one row, two or three islands were surpassed. In one go, she earned enough Hellstone pay, and her forbidden hobby of killing could be mercilessly fulfilled. With a tall build, red hair, and a misleadingly friendly face, his Combat Power status is:

The king boomed dangerously. Hunter breathed in deeply glancing at Violet who looked disturbed but there wasn't pain or sadness on her face. It was good he told her beforehand not to expect anything from him. "It's fake," Hunter said calmly and King scrutinized him. "Do I look like a fool to you?" Alpha Waylen menaced.

Looking through the large window, she saw an hotel across the parking lot, which she could easily set up in, but the random movement of people in the room meant that there a likelyhood that she would be obstructed while trying to hit her mark. “We’re raising the entry f*e for the third round to three hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Surprisingly, Kimberly was still in the game, despite paying little attention to what was going on in front of her. She counted an extra hundred dollars worth of chips and pushed it across the board, just as the other three players had done. If she was to do a perfect job, she’ll have to make her shot when her target was still in the parking lot, whic

Evangeline swallowed, her throat raw. “The Outer Veil. We’re moving west, towards Aetherreach. The Hollow breached the inner sanctum less than an hour ago.” “I don’t even know what the Hollow is.” Evangeline’s chest tightened as Cassius met her unblinking and steady eyes “They are what was left when hope was ripped from something that used to be alive.” he replied, grumpily, as though forced to speak. "That’s not even an answer.” Evangeline blinked. “True, but it’s the only one that fits, goddess.” Selene shrugged.