Hots Overwatch Novels & Stories

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.

I am her best friend so I am confident that she lean more on the thought of me, learning the things I haven’t did before, in my own pace. Kate gave me a peace sign and smiled in mischief. But what worries me is Lucas’ eyes, it’s like he’s affected in some ways of what’s happening. What’s happening? “What do you guys order here as your usual?” Hugo asks, looking at me exactly. “It’s grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup, and fruit tea for drinks, for me. And for dessert, it’s none other than the top tier and most wanted by every human being, strawberry ice cream!” Katelyn said. Suddenly has her taunting tone of voice on the last part of what she’s said—clearly taunting Lucas to throw a ban

Bitch was wired. I didn’t say shit then. Too many people, too open, prospectives getting patched, old ladies doing lines off the bar. One wrong word and the whole place would’ve exploded. So I waited. I smoked three packs. Watching her laugh with Jace like she wasn’t planning to bury us all. Now it was time. Tank lumbered in first, dropped his fat ass in a chair, cracked a beer even though it was barely noon. Spider followed, neck tattoo twitching as he chewed on a toothpick. Then the rest prospects hovering by the door till I nodded them in.

"Nope. Got more important things to think about. Let's finish up today's report then start calling all the people who gave us their cards. Said they wanted to hire us." "Alrighty, then. I'm on board with that." But as she opened a document on her computer to fill in the final information from today, she remembered that when a hockey team won The Cup, each member had it for one day. One twenty-four hour period. When was his day? What, she wondered, would Matt do with his? Would he stay in New Orleans and celebrate with people there, or bring it back to show the hometown? And if he brought it to San Antonio, would he bring it over to show her? Did she even want him to?

She felt really tempted to make him forget about Adelia. But the sound of a twig snapping underfoot halted their progress. Both of them froze, their senses sharp and alert. Reina’s hand dropped from Russe’s, and she reached for her dagger. “Stay behind me,” she commanded, her voice low and steady. Russe nodded, his eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of danger. In the distance, they could hear a low growling sound. As they moved closer, a figure emerged from the darkness, its eyes glowing with an eerie golden light.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

They're not letting me get another clean shot, at least not without making me bleed for it. My eyes flicker across the ice and I see Kai up ahead, he's cutting across the blue line, his stick tapping against the ice. I don't hesitate. Faking a pass right, I then quickly send the puck flying toward him, as soon as it flies forward, a body collides with mine. I go down hard, but I hear it, the sharp slap of Kai's stick and the sudden roar of the crowd that tells me we got another shot in. Blinking through the sting in my side, I push myself up just in time for the horn to blare signalling a shot was made.

Angles secured. “You wanted a catalyst?” I continued. “Congratulations.” The man’s eyes darted. Too late. The first shot didn’t come from us. It came from above. Mara’s voice crackled through the comms. “Overwatch neutralized. You’re clear.” Chaos exploded. Engines roared. Gunfire shattered the stillness. Men scattered, plans unraveling in real time. The man who’d been so confident stumbled back, shouting orders no one was listening to anymore.

He raised his glass, and I raised mine. “You know we have a shoot today right?” I reminded coach Lawson. “Of course.” He murmured, still focused on his drink. “Who the hell drinks in the morning?” I taunted him. “You damn straight looking at him.” He chuckled. I felt relieved to see him smiling.

Tilting my head to the side I almost choked on my own spit when I saw Dominic leaning with his one hand on the wall as the water streamed down his body. The type of shower I had was the one with two next to each other with no wall dividing the two , no mirror , no nothing splitting the two from each other. So the situation was that I could see Dominic naked. And of course my eyes couldn’t help to travel down this man's body. He was crafted to perfection like a Greek god , maybe even better. The tattoos on his arms all the way to his neck, all over his body. The scars he had were slightly visible and just like that the anger I had was gone and was replaced by lust when my eyes landed on what