Quick Hit Games Novels & Stories

Matthew wanted to leave a good impression on Jennie. Matthew is too hasty. Or Should he wait. Waiting and doing nothing is the same as not starting at all. To be honest Matthew is not the type to be easily captivated like this. In his world until this time he only has one interest in something is football. Love for the opposite sex, of course, exists but that is not his priority . Love is a part of life and Matthew believes its own timing will come.

She clicked to see what they sent. "You must be a beauty based on your username," Ur007Man wrote. "Hmmm, could be," Leah replied. "Mr. Bond, can I call you James?" The user immediately went back online shortly after the app sent her reply. Three dots were juggling on-screen. Leah could tell he was typing. "Even better," he replied. "You can call me yours." Leah smiled. "This could work," Leah thought. A quick fix was what she needed right now. "Okay, Mr. Bond," she replied. "Name your time and place."

They shot at each other and didn't let each other go. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! “Tsk, looks like this is going to take a while,” Cylo clicked his tongue after his opponent managed to dodge several of his shots. He was now taking cover behind one of the containers. It seemed that the person he was facing this time was very well-trained, with extremely quick reflexes.

If you didn't enjoy it, please leave a comment on how you would improve it. '3. Do you have any suggestions on how to make murdering more easy/fun?' '4. Do you have any questions in general?' … These questions. They don't seem like a cocky attempt to rub in the situation to us. It looks like it's genuinely asking for advice for this… killing game. Almost as if this game was some sort of… practice run.

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because

- to continue his studies. Frank didn't even care about John's reaction anymore. He quickly joined the game with Z. The game was a highly popular first person shooter game called "PUBG Mobile," where a certain number of players were placed in a server and were given a specific amount of time to kill all their opponents. The duo's skills were top-notch, and they didn't need to put in much effort. They immediately killed anyone they saw with just one shot. Frank kept chattering on the side. [Z, where have you been all these years? Why did you only show up now?]

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

I spent hours with the both of them, playing board games, not noticing how much time was escaping me. I don’t think I have smiled more; Grace was brilliant, such a beautiful, sweet girl, and it tugged at my heart every time she broke out into coughs, her eyes watering as she put on a brave face and tried to keep her eyes on her cards. “I’m just trying to get you to be sympathetic for me, so you don’t see this,” she slammed down a blackjack when it was about to be Corbyn’s turn, “coming,” she grinned, laughter bubbling in her throat at the look of displeasure on Emerson’s face.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

She nodded slightly before peering deeper into the store. " There's an arcade game at that corner over there. Want to play?" " Uh... Sure. " " You have a penny?" " A few coins." We walked over to the arcade and she slotted a coin into it and soon the arcade popped to the life. It was just a regular game, nothing fancy, but she looked good at it. " You know how to play?" I asked.