Lust Game Novels & Stories

said Lily under her breath. “Which gun are you using now?” asked Eun Ji hurriedly. “S12K” replied Lily breathlessly attacking. At the moment only four players were left in the game. Both Young Ho and Min Jun started targeting Lily and Lily was hiding and attacking them continuously. They started encircling her and she was about to die. Suddenly, a player named Grim_reaper came out of nowhere and started attacking Min Jun and Young ho. The player was having the most powerful gun Groza.

“No! It’s dangerous! What if it cracked? The lake is too cold! You’ll die immediately!” I rolled my eyes at Cassius. “Our body can withstand such cold for a few seconds, Cassius. And in those few seconds, you can still save me. So come here!” “Still no,” he said with a scowl. Someone dashed behind me, making me stumble around. “Sorry, Sera! Leil can’t catch me!” Luster yelled. I glared at his back and started chasing him. “You better wish I don’t catch you, Lust! I’ll push you down here!”

**LIA** After my refreshing shower, I opted for a comfortable travel outfit. I donned a pair of grey cargo pants and a black crop hoodie, ideal for the impending flight. I secured my hair into a ponytail, with plans to release it later. Tying it up initially saved me from the trouble of constantly managing it. As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but notice the mild disarray. Even though room service would eventually tidy it up, my compulsive nature got the best of me. I embarked on an impromptu room-cleaning session after I packed my travel bag and placed it beside Drex's. My curiosity about Drex's whereabouts nagged at me. It was unusual for him to be away for so long, and even tho

Pain shot through my head and chest. Then everything stopped. I couldn't hear anything except ringing in my ears. “Rhea? RHEA!” Nathan's voice was tinny and far away. “I'm…here.” My voice sounded weak. “I… I just crashed.” “What?! Where are you? Rhea, stay with me… where are you?” “I don't know. Side of the road. Trees. I…” The notification of battery low sounded. “My phone's dying.” “I’m not going anywhere, I’m calling for hel..”

I hung up again. Me: I’m in a taxi!! Don’t want everyone to hear my business. Bestie: Why Clandor?? Huh? Was that a typo? Did she mean ‘what Clandor’? As I stared in confusion a follow-up message popped in. Bestie: Kylie, that guy is a hoe.

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

She said after the laughter. "I'm being serious, I am Santiago De León, I am the underground Mafia everybody is scared of, I am that ruthless man who kills anyone who crosses him." "No you are not Santiago De León, you are Robert, Robert is an illegal racer, that's all he is not a Mafia!" Ruth stated. She was in a state of denial, she didn't want to accept the truth which was in front of her. "Robert is fake, I use that to conceal my true identity, I don't want anyone to know who I am," he pushed himself forward to hold her hand but she pushed him away and left the bed.

Hazel’s phone buzzed on the glass surface of her desk. She immediately dropped her pen and picked it up, hoping to see Liam’s face pop up for a video call. Instead, it was just a short text. Liam: Hey Haze. The board meeting ran three hours late. I'm completely dead. Going straight to sleep so I don't miss the morning site tour. Sorry I missed your call again. Love you. Hazel stared at the bright screen. She typed back quickly: It's okay. Get some rest. Love you too.

"And maybe some trashy movies." By 2:00 PM, the lodge smelled like Buffalo sauce and melted mozzarella. We didn't sit at the formal dining table; we camped out on the floor of the media room, surrounded by plush velvet pillows and half-empty soda cans. Luca, it turned out, was a frustrated gamer. "No, Emma, look at the controller," he laughed, sitting behind me and wrapping his large hands over mine on the gamepad. "The right trigger is to shoot, the left is to aim. You’re currently staring at the sky and spinning in circles."

“That was a warning.” “Yes,” Lucian said. “And an invitation.” She looked at him. “To what?” “To a game he thinks he controls.” Her chest tightened. “And you?” Lucian met her gaze. “I don’t play games I don’t intend to finish.”