Hotshot Gamer Novels & Stories

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

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Then, the arena exploded into a deafening, thunderous roar of pure jubilation that literally shook the concrete foundation of the building. The scoreboard flashed brightly: Hawks 4 - Russians 3. Julian Vane had just scored the winning goal at the very last second of the semi finals, but that wasn't all. As the sports commentators began screaming frantically into their microphones, the giant overhead screens flashed a historic announcement in bold gold letters: NEW WORLD RECORD: FASTEST ACCUTENSION SHOT FROM A DEFENSIVE ANGLE. Julian had just broken a legendary, decades old world record right in front of millions of global viewers.

Somehow, Adams had twisted my favorite game into something deadly. Every attempt he made to kill me nibbled at my confidence. Adrenaline made my senses sharper, suppressed the fear and made me faster. I knew he would kill me if he found me. I wouldn't make it out alive. A stone whistled past my ear and struck a pine tree by my left. He had started using the catapult and from the distance and aim, he was good. I zigzagged through tress and a low branch hit my face so hard, my vision blurred a bit. I didn't have time to examine the scratch neither did I have spare energy for that.

If anybody should be gay here, it should be him and not me, hands-down. "Her name is AJ Hamilton," Max takes the liberty to answer for me. "And she's smoking hot, dude." Bell angrily clears her throat, "Ahem." "But obviously not as hot as your sister," Max quickly adds, avoiding his girlfriend's piercing glare of fury. "Gross!" Troy gags, turning his nose up at the idea of his sister being hot. "No," I openly disagree with Max, flipping through my law book this time 'round, not really paying any attention to what I'm reading, "she's hotter."

“You should be lucky I’m here talking to you.” “Yeah, because you’re a god and I’m a fucking nobody,” I say with sarcasm. “Kindly fuck off, Mr. Hotshot.” I roll my eyes and look away, turning my head toward the direction I saw him earlier but he’s not there. Is my mind playing a trick on me? “You’re gonna regret this.” Omar’s voice draws me out of my head as I turn to look at him. He stands, giving me a stink eye as he buttons his suit jacket and walks away.

" Oh my God, Ace changed his hair!!! " Elijah is so hot!!! " Marry me, Easton!!! " I love you, Elijah!!! " Alan, your jacket is fire!! " I watched your live stream yesterday, Jeff. I'm so proud of you!! It's not nothing. It's just five hot guys who grouped themselves because they have one thing in common: gaming.

"That's the way the boss wants it. They'll never be able to sort out which bullet killed who. On my mark—three, two, one." The silenced shots sounded like a series of muffled puffs of air. When they stopped, the man who'd spoken before said, "Let's get the pictures so we've got our proof. The boss was pissed we missed before. He's waiting outside for us to finish. These people could blow everything wide open." Someone flipped on the bedroom light and Gabe heard a string of curses. "What the fuck? What's going on here?" "Shit. What is this?" "The booby prize gentlemen." Gabe stepped in and pressed his gun to the leader's head. "Randy? I think we want to immobilize our guests, turn off the lig

Sparks flew as bullets ricocheted off the walls. Hellfire and Cobras collided like thunder and gasoline. I ducked behind a stack of pipes, firing at anything that moved. Through the haze, I saw him. Jace. He stood on a catwalk, smirking, gun in hand. “Didn’t think you’d actually show, Bishop.” I stepped out, aiming straight at him. “You talk too much.” He laughed. “Maybe. But I’m still standing.” “Not for long.” We both fired. Sparks burst between us.

A woman, broken and hastily glued back together. I let the water run in the shower, very hot, until the room fills with steam. Under the burning stream, I rub my skin with a violence bordering on self-mutilation. The company's perfumed lemon soap fails to mask his smell that mixture of leather, spice, and male sex that seems to have eaten into my pores. I wash my private parts with surgical precision; the touch of my fingers brings back a painful and shameful echo of the pleasure that overwhelmed me minutes before. I despise myself for this retrospective shiver.