Lonely Gamer Novels & Stories

“So, this is what you don’t understand about gamers. You have to know that a gaming account that is worth $3,000,000 is priceless! Countless people want to buy it, but there are only five similar accounts worldwide. The players who own these accounts are people who don’t lack money. Even if they don’t play with these accounts, they won’t sell them. “Godfrey Cadden is a loyal player in Holy Beast World. If you go to his house, you should be able to see that his house is full of garage kits, stickers, and figurines, and you’ll realize how obsessed he is with this game. “If he can own a flawless, top-grade account, of which only five are available in the world, do you know what that means? It c

He stared down at his hands, remembering the exact way the alien had dropped to its knees. "It's just a game, Jinx," Ren lied, burying the creeping, horrifying dread deep in his chest. "Aegis wants to mess with our heads to make the raids feel harder. Don't fall for it. An NPC is an NPC." Ren stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Kara alone with the glowing server racks. He walked into the living room and looked at the glowing bank account numbers on his datapad. Twenty-one million credits. He was the richest, most successful gamer in Aethelgard. So why did he feel like a murderer?

He dropped into the gaming chair, loaded up a match, and settled in to unwind. For once, he was actually doing better. Focused. Calm. Every few minutes he glanced at the screen showing Hope, peaceful and curled in her crib. He could see Sterling off to the side, adjusting the lights and arranging the toys on the dresser beside her. Noah was just starting to think about quitting early, maybe heading back upstairs to watch Hope sleeping or curl up with Sterling. And then some asshole player started targeting him. Relentlessly. He’d barely respawn and this dude was already there. Over and over. Like a digital vendetta.

We shall learn more about this city as we take a ride on this boat (Infatuation). Presented before us, is a young man in his early adulthood; in his natty suit with no jacket to complement; brown in complexion, average in height, and quite skinny. Yes! That is me, in a video game store. My name is Samson Frodd, popularly known as Loud. Loud POV. "Bro, the controller you sold to me last week is pretty grotty, and I am not happy about that. Give me a better one this time please."

I ask, leaning in and inspecting it closer. “Just wipe it off, will you?” he sighs heavily and I comply. “I’m sure Anna will tell you all about it.” We hit the area where I crawled off my mom only ten minutes ago and my jaw drops. There are dead rogues and lots of warriors cleaning up the mess by collecting and burning bodies. “What the hell happened?” “Our Luna disappeared and stopped responding to our gamma,” he says, his jaw clenching and body tense. I clearly didn’t notice his reserved anger when he found me, but looking at him now, I realize he is angry.

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

He smiled and said sweetly, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Stewart, the Mid Solo player. My ID in the game is Jin.” His smile was as sweet as honey, and his eyes were a unique crescent-shaped. Leon recognized this guy, too. He was the world’s number one Mid Solo, whether in a group or as a solo player. Other Mid Solo players feared him. He immediately shook his hand. “The pleasure is mine.” As soon as he finished speaking, another youngster with black hair approached him with an extended hand. “Hi. I’m Jonathan, the Top Solo player. My ID in the game is Jon.”

* I laughed at his text, that wouldn't end well for me. *Nope, that would be a lie* *Suit yourself, wow this W******p rocks, it is fast* *I told you, I am a sage* I said feeling proud. *Now you can chat your friends and fellow gamer* I said. *Nope, you are enough, I am sort of a loner* He said and I can see why. *If you have the mind to leave your game chair, you will discover there is a whole new world and make lots of friends*

I say. He shrugs. "I'm used to it. Have you played any of my games?" "I don't think so. I don't really have time for video games, and I was always busy working before I came here." He returns to my desk and studies the computer. "I don't think it will hold it." "Hold what?" "My game. I'll get my laptop." Before I can say anything, he sweeps out of my room. Now that he's gone, I realize how quiet the room is, with just one person breathing. It reiterates how lonely I am. How lonely I've been all year.

I'd rather a death be quick and painless then of freaking starvation. I haven't been taken from my room in days. I wish I knew how long I've been here. Of course no one is probably looking. The only "friends" I had were the ones I worked with at the club. And my boss is probably pissed that I haven't shown up to work. So I'm never going to be found because no one is looking. Downsides of being a loner. If you ever get kidnapped, you're fucked.