Mining Games Minecraft Novels & Stories

He had been reminded that this wasn’t about settling in, it was him plotting his way out. He would play their games for all they know, while planning his escape and probable revenge.

Malakai continued, his voice growing quieter, "we found something unusual in his bloodwork." My mother leaned forward. "What kind of unusual?" "Traces of a compound called Colcibrenine. It's not something you'd encounter in normal circumstances." I frowned. "What is it?" "It's a synthetic compound, originally developed as a research chemical. In small doses, it causes fatigue and disorientation. The victim might think they're just getting older, maybe coming down with something. But in larger doses, accumulated over time..." He paused. "It can cause organ failure."

My left hand scrolled through emails, replying to a few gallery offers, skipping the ones that felt too cheap (sorry, but I’m not putting paintings made of my blood, sweat, and tears into a space that looks darker than a hipster café bathroom). I replied to a couple of architecture office emails with forced professionalism. The rest? Archive. Archive. Archive. There were two open chats from my wild best friends, Theresia and Jasmine. I left them unread on purpose. I knew if I opened them, they’d drag me into a two-hour conversation about celebrity scandals, astrology predictions, and men who were too attractive for their own good. I tapped the home button and opened I*******m. Scroll. Scroll

I drag my gaze back to the page, furious with myself. "You asked for this meeting," I snap, keeping my tone professional, sharp. "So if this is some kind of game, you're wasting both our time." He leans in slightly, enough that I can smell the faint trace of cologne again, clean and sharp, threading into my memory. His eyes lock on mine, steady, unblinking. "Maybe I like games." I freeze, caught between irritation and something far more dangerous. His voice isn't teasing. It's deliberate, threaded with intent.

--- The First External Signal A sharp alert cut through the room. Then another. Then ten more. --- Cassian Moves Fast “We’re getting external access attempts,” he said. “Multiple sources.” --- Aria Watches Carefully “They see it,” she murmured. --- The World Responds And once something like this became visible— The world didn’t wait. It reacted. --- The Flood Begins Governments trying to secure control. Corporations racing to protect their data. Unknown players forcing their way into the network. --- The System Overloads Requests collided.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

I saw Will pacing around the sitting room and ignored him. "I'm so bored, if Zavi finally comes home, I'll ask for an exit. It's so frustrating.." I sank my butt on the cushion and began playing candy crush on my phone. "You're not gonna do anything?." I smirked. It's time for him to get bored. I thought he didn't play at all. "Nora.." "What?." I shouted, looking up at him. He raked his hand through his blonde hair, feeling shy, "Do you wanna play video games with me?."

He had a stellar reputation. Nick Delaware had no marketing experience and no software experience. He was an investor who injected money and business acumen into financially struggling companies with loads of potential then sold them for huge profits. As far as the seminar attendees were concerned, Nick Delaware knew nothing about software. They’d be insulted if an investor—albeit a good one—was trying to sell them a solution to their data warehousing problems. They wouldn’t touch Software Solutions’ application with a barge pole if Nick Delaware was trying to sell it to them, but with Damien Vane up there on the podium demonstrating, they would lap it up.

He was hunched over his phone, playing Candy Crush of all things. Candy. Crush. The stupid, cheerful sound effects echoed through the room, a personal hell designed just for me. While he played without a care in the world, I sat there behind silver bars, trying to figure out how my entire life had taken a swan dive in less than five hours.