Indie Games Crossover Novels & Stories

"Shut it! Why did you come to the company, you idiot? You're nothing but a vain fool chasing the CEO! Someone, call 911 and have this lunatic arrested!" Imogen's eyes blazed with icy realization. "Lauren, you abused my identity, used company resources to deceive your boyfriend, and misappropriated funds. You and your accomplice can explain everything to the authorities!" Ignoring their frantic pleas, she walked straight to me and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, honey. This is my fault. If I'd known Lauren was capable of this, I never would've let her buy those cufflinks. I just wanted to cheer you up, but everything went wrong."

Kael and Mara screamed as their skin split open, slow and brutal. They hit the floor, begging. "Yaya, we're sorry! We didn't mean it! Please—let us go!" I didn't blink. "The players you killed—did they beg too? Did you let them go?" Before I could move, the silver cross shot forward on its own. It didn't even touch them. Their fear meters spiked to 100. And then—screams, bodies bursting apart, souls shredded to nothing. No blood. No trace. Just silence.

My business grew better and better, and the ingredients I prepared were never enough, so I began making frequent trips to the real world to restock. Soon, some players noticed me. It was because I always managed to come out of the horror game alive. They wanted to invite me to team up with them. I refused without hesitation. Although I was a player, I had never entered a single dungeon, I only ran my burrito shop. I guessed I must have been a special kind of player.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

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says James walking towards the man for a final punch. But James's fist stays in midair. A heavy metal cranks on his helmet. An excruciating pain originates in his left brain instantaneously. His vision gets blurry. "James!" Alicia cries out loud. James turns back with his blurry vision. He could only make out that the cart's driver was standing a step away from him. Before James could part the distance to put a punch, a metal rod swings in the air. The heavy impact of metal on James's helmet makes it fly in the air. The helmet falls to the ground and rolls forward to finally stop on its side. The eye-revealing helmet has Christ's cross symbol on its oval head. The cross symbol is now lateral

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

“Ava, I trust your judgment. If it ever gets too close, you’ll step back. But don’t confuse discomfort with danger. Sometimes, the best stories live in that gray space.” I nodded, but the truth was heavier. This wasn’t gray — it was the same shadow I’d been trying to outrun for years. Dana smiled again, sliding a printed mock-up across the desk. “The board wants to expand Heart of the Game into a feature series. TV partnership, long-form online, the works. If your next piece on Cole lands right, you’re the lead writer.” I blinked. “A feature deal?” She nodded. “It’s the biggest opportunity you’ve had since joining us. Think about it.”