Lonely Gamer Novels & Stories

I ended the call and laid down on my bed. It's kinda lonely living alone here, maybe I'm still not used to it. My parents have always been out of the country since I began my highschool years. They are calling me two to three times a week or maybe none. It also depends on their free time though I don't want to disturb them. That's why I keep myself busy with schoolworks and binge watching. Taking my free time, I engage myself in online games just like Lit Fire. I open my laptop and play the game. It's too early that the players may want to play this game because of high connection. They say that noobies or children sleep at this hour so the pros are taking advantage.

He rubbed his chin and wore a dumbfounded expression. Stefan took an offensive tone. "Oh, apparently a gamer, who is actually not professional, never joined an e-sport team, either because he's not good, or because he never passed the selection, but strangely this person can be famous on YouTube and other gaming social media. And it's great that he's hiding his true identity!" Theo jumped and nearly dropped his mobile phone on the bed. His eyes clashed with Stefan's. Scanning Stefan's face, he glared suspiciously, focussing on the slight quirk at one corner of Stefan's lips. Theo tried to make sense of the situation.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

He looked at his phone and saw that he had a message from this Lonely Man. Lonely Man: Do not let him bother you. An ex is an ex for a reason. Wolf: How do you know it’s a he? Lonely Man: Are we not using a gay app? Wolf: I forgot Lonely Man: He must have really messed with you to not even realise the simplest of things. Wolf: Enough of this nonsense. So my legs, do you have a leg fetish? Lonely Man: No, but I think I just developed one. Valentino smirked and took a photo of his legs from behind, catching a glimpse of his thong and butt cheeks, and sent it to Lonely Man.

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"

Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled. It might sound improper, but I couldn't help it. There was a craving inside me that longed to be satisfied, and it had only intensified over time. The way men looked at me when I was out in public made me feel a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, adding fuel to my restless thoughts. My daily life was simple. After my parents passed away, they left me a three-story house, and I earned enough from renting it out to live comfortably without needing a job. But with so much free time, my thoughts often wandered, and that longing became impossible to ignore.

Maybe it’s because I’ve not had friends since I was a teen and lost touch on what it’s like to have people to hang around with, I shrug, I am not sure, but the feeling is nice. I’m as lonely as the word lonely can get, I have nothing of extra value apart from my savings, which I managed to have from mostly my dad and hard work but other than that, I’m just an ordinary lady yet this man who seems to have everything is going through this ‘ordinary’ path to be with me.

Only we used to spam each other with game invites during parties while the adults hung out and had adult conversations, we would sit huddled together while playing games over headsets while the adults drank themselves stupid. Echo clash was our favourite game; I still remember when Jeremy thought of the username, he had referenced his sun bleached hair. “I have golden hair, and it rhymes with Grim Reaper.” I stare at the black marble background and I click accept. My old username auto-fills the second I accept. Em_Midnight923 has joined the lobby. Across the room, he looks at me for a while before directing his attention back to his phone. Our chat opens as our avatars drop into the map, mid

His voice nurtures all the calmness in the world. For sure, I have long waited for this, great. I pushed the plate away and looked at him, he was wearing a deep face,has he been thinking? "I'm late Dad." I said with a sigh and he nodded. "I know and that's why we are having this brief discussion. I know you joined the game out of curiosity but we need to put an end to these. You will soon be stigmatized and I know you won't like that." His words are true, they are all true but the problem is how do we stop the game. The gamer left no trace, non. If I had his username I would have dropped it but they won't believe me when I say I don't have it.

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