Max Adventures Game Novels & Stories

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

This character was difficult to control, but once a player got the hang of him, they could massacre everyone in their way. Max was planning to teach this fat kid a lesson. In less than four minutes, the entire youth training camp had gone silent. It was zero against eight with Harvey scoring zero. His character was massively slaughtered. Max had won in a landslide! A few seconds later, a notification of a ninth slaughter popped up on the screen. Max clapped his hands and released his mouse. “Do you want to go again?” Harvey flung his mouse to the ground. “Let’s have another round. I was careless before. This time, let’s compete in ADC!”

It was bliss. It was already past 6 p.m. when we got to the location. ‘A park? That’s your special place?’ ‘I mean, everyone goes to a park or has been to parks uncountable times.’ ‘Relax, Evans. You’re so impatient. We’ve not even gotten to the best part yet. Come on.’ He dragged me by my hands and ran into the field. He literally took me to the visual gaming section, where we had to compete with each other.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game. The monkey roared, beating his fists against his chest before stomping around, causing the linear platform system to become slanted like in the game, perfect for rolling the massive barrels at his side down. It looks like all that time spent in the retro arcade and playing video games as a kid with Thales will pay off.

Lilly was safe that was the important thing, but by the sounds of Esteban and Kevin’s ‘plans’ it was only a matter of time before this was no longer his prison. “Don’t you think you’re a little too old for this game now sweetheart?” Esteban began to mock Miriam again, “I mean we could play all day and night really, I have found this place doesn’t actually require your body to sleep. It’s almost like a living stasis chamber, but instead of sleeping, you are awake for all of time. It would have been nice to have some company, well some nice company anyway.” A light groan and laugh could be heard only feet from where Miriam was hiding.

I shrug as the call for the game to start began. The match went on for forty-five minutes, with each side only scoring one goal. With less than a minute left in the match, I pass the ball to Scott. He makes his way to the opponent’s goal, dodging defenders on his way there. He dodges the last defender before lining it up with the goalpost and kicking it. Max jumps as it looks like he is about to score, but it bounces off the side of the goalpost and out of bounds. Steve sides cheer as Max kicks the dirt up from the ground, cursing.

He felt her wrench at the reins, trying to pull the eagle aside—but the darkness was already there. A wall they couldn’t outfly. They hit it. The world folded, then broke open. They burst out over a familiar stretch of rust-colored drylands. The sky hung low and dull above a world the color of old blood. Ahead of them, humming softly, the towering veil of shifting light stretched from one jagged horizon to the other. Mad End’s Wall. Confusion punched through him. How were they here? The eagle lurched without warning, loosing an enraged, grating cry as its wings snapped tight. It plunged into a violent dive, Araheen fighting to regain control.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

’ Eric and Genevieve thought to themselves but didn’t dare say anything out loud as they noticed that Marcus’ mood had significantly improved as he had started to skip round his grandfather “But without any active abilities no academy will accept him.” Eric said with a sight tactfully choosing his words so as not to ruin the mood “Nonsense, with me around who needs a filthy academy let by a bunch of untalented Hunters.” Sword-saint Predator harrumphed and Marcus only grew more excited and both Eric and Genevieve could only shake their head as a smile wormed its way into their formerly gloomy faces.