Peter Yb Game Novels & Stories

“Wait, you haven’t told her the guy who hit her with the door is your brother yet?” Shaking my head, I pick up my fork again. “I started to and our conversation got interrupted. She’s too loopy to talk about anything serious now.” I take a few bites of my pasta and then sigh. “I need to call my parents. Have them come down here and deal with Bobby.” “Does he have a sponsor to call too?” “Probably, but what good would that do?” I grumble. “This has been going on for fifteen fucking years. I don’t know how he’s not dead yet.”

He hung up and said to Peter, "Please continue." "We have prepared the promotional materials already. The original plan is to make it all public on the 1st of the next month. But …" Peter licked his lips, clearly in some sort of dilemma. "I heard that Rubik Corporation will be launching a new kind of game this month, and it's also a PC-based RPG. I'm worried that they will do the same thing they did last time …"

Remi said, "This trip wasn't a complete waste." "What did you get out of it?" Enzo wanted to know. "I wasn't sure if the Web Group gave Peter real power," Remi said, "so I tested the waters. I was correct. Peter Kemper is simply a doll. Someone who made the Gamesphere wouldn't be happy if they had to meet market desires. We still have a chance.”

He looked around. "Why did Satan do it?" Yvere accidentally said out loud, drawing the group's attention. "Because he's a piece of shit." Peter sighed. The team stared at Peter. They thought the answer was appropriate, but that Peter's tone didn't fit. - Yamato, Yvere, Peter, Lao - (Middle of the night before the battle starts)

It didn’t matter. ---FLASHBACK There had been a playoff in school—Draycott High, my school, against Chastity Verse, another school. And when I knew who was on the team, I fucking lost it. Everyone knew who Soren Gregory was. Apart from the fact that his father counted heavy stacks of billions every day, ranked as the most eligible divorced bachelor every time, topping the pages of the wealthiest in the country—his son Soren was also on a whole other high.

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

" Did Natalie just...." " Yes, she did," I cut Arden off, sitting down. " Did you see that? Who is Natalie anyway?? " Peter, one of the boys, said. Xavier was there the whole time but acted like he didn't see us talking. " I didn't know girls could play like pro's" Arden added. " Neither did I, but now I owe her a soda." " You made a bet?" Arden asked. " Sort of...." Beckoning to one of the girls who were around, she came scurrying towards me.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

Robert reads through the message and nods secretly. Peter sighs before he starts to play with Robert. He brings in the 1000 dollars while Robert bets 2000 dollars. The two of them plays and Peter ends up winning. Feeling very excited and happy about his win, he grows confident and decides to keep playing. They continue playing and playing and he keeps winning. Unknowing to him that Robert is just letting him win on purpose. It got to the point where other people starts to gather as they are all impressed by Peter's win.

The way my body had reacted before my brain could catch up. He was a damn good kisser. That realization settled heavy in my chest. I swallowed, adjusting myself in my pants and looked back at my phone, thumb drifting lower to the comments. “He plays like Mahomes but on defense too wtf.” “That was straight Mahomes-level instincts.” Patrick Mahomes? I scoffed quietly, rolling my eyes. "That anticipation level is insane. Pure football IQ" "The aura is crazy tho." "Sebastian Burkhart is HIM" And all of the sudden—