Novels Games Novels & Stories

"You're working on the sneak attack against me?" His legs press up against mine again, tighter this time. "Yeah, you won't even know I'm in here until it's too late." His controller taps on my chest above my heart twice before he casually resumes playing the game like he didn't just throw my world for a loop. I don't even know what to do with that, so I ignore it and try to change to subject to a safer one even as my heart beats erratically from where the controller touched me. "Why are all these games based in medieval eras with dragons and swords and shit?" I look back to Finn as I ask my question.

he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read." "Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for." "I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents." "A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said. Master left to shower. I wondered if he'd return naked or be uncomfortable in front of his sister. She looked at me expectantly. "It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent."

It seemed that it didn't matter how far you went or how advanced a culture was, one of those bars were always to be found. He walked up to a regular Naval Tavern and walked through the door. The main chamber was larger than it seemed from the outside. There was a surprising amount of wood and ironwork in the chamber. One could almost compare it with old-style taverns seen in those fantasy vids from back in his childhood. The walls were decorated with depictions of glorious battles and strange war machines. Some seemed like infantry storming alongside ridiculously large tanks while others were about giant combat robots duking it out. Regarding of how they looked, every image tried to be more

After hiding his body I quickly move the table holding all of the Churches candles, so that it covers the blood that did spill. And then I hide behind one of the church pews. A couple seconds later, the Church is flooded with Russian men, all armed with AR 15 Rifles. Guess I found where all the missing guns went I think to myself. But how the hell am I going to get out of here, because even I am not crazy enough to take on a room full of AR 15's on my own. I mean, I guess I could try to make it to the Church exit and then try to shoot the Churches gas line, but then I would have to deal with Adriano, who specifically told me not to make a scene.

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

Aria The neon sign of the hourly motel buzzed erratically outside the window, casting a sickly green glow over the peeling wallpaper. I didn't care about the grime. I didn't care about the rain leaking through the window pane. I only cared about the black titanium drive sitting next to my portable terminal. My fingers were flying across the mechanical keyboard, the rapid-fire clicking the only sound cutting through the damp room.

Leah put her back into preparing, so her attention was entirely on them when the kids got home. There was no maid in the house: no gardener or housekeeper, just a lonely housewife. There was just Leah. There was once, but Paul thought Leah better did the house choirs. "Honey, I know you can do it all. Besides, you'd be bored stupid in a house all by yourself, so make yourself handy. Won't you?" Leah could hear her husband say. She gritted her teeth as she recalled. Paul is the Managing Editor at Spice Publish House. Everyone knows it's the most important book and magazine publishing company that caters to male audiences. Any and every boyish to male fantasy the reader can think of, they have

If you marry into the Grey family, it will be like heaven. They have enough power to shake an entire country. "Mr. Franchise makes online games?" Leonard Grey asked again. "Yes." When Nathaniel was talking to Leonard Grey, he didn't dare to say one more word, for fear of saying the wrong word. "The Fallen Kings is your company's game?" Leonard Grey asked again. "Yes, it came out a few years ago, does Mr. Grey also play games?" Nathaniel was a little curious, and people like him could play games, so he couldn't help asking more.

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.