Starved Game Novels & Stories

] [Talent items: A set of F-Rank kitchen utensils (upgradeable), ability to create culinary concoctions that even ghouls can taste. Screens displaying my in-game identity and talent items floated before my eyes. Meanwhile, there was already a huge audience watching the livestream. They were waiting for the action to start, and I was the unlucky soul picked to play in this horror game. When they saw that I was only eighteen and possessed only the lowest-ranked talent items, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out. [She’s done for! She’s a newbie, AND she got sent to an S-Rank Map! She’s going to die in ten seconds flat.]

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.”

She was desperate to land this client. She needed the account—her boss and the agency were dependent on her—but she refused to sleep with the man to acquire it. Anika averted her gaze from Casper Sullivan before she grew too engrossed in merely observing him. They'd been doing a delicate dance around each other since he'd sacked his last advertising agency. He was aware that she desired him professionally.

The only reason I miss it is because I liked flirting and feeling wanted. My eyes catch Matteo's stare, and I wonder if he knows Pia likes him. He must know, he's smart and self-centered. I smile to myself. Isabella proceeds to explain the rules of the game, and we play it for a while until people get bored and stop paying attention. I tell Isabella to buy the expansion pack for the game because the other levels look interesting and it only costs $5. "Isabella, who do you think gets more hammered at parties? Vinnie or Matteo?"

I had beaten the man close to death, then sat there covered in his blood waiting for the guards to take me away. The small slot in the cell door opened and a tray of garbage was pushed through. I walked over and took the tray and slipped a small piece of paper to the guard. “Deliver this for me and my man will give you the amount we discussed,” I said to the guard. He didn’t respond, but he took the paper and left. I looked at the disgusting food on the tray and my stomach turned. I had to keep my strength though, so I ate it. It was the vilest thing I had ever eaten. Once I was done I pushed the tray back through the hole in the door and laid back on the cot. Her face came back into my mind

Our minds would be at ease with you taking stock of our resources! "He's right, Ms. Johnson! We can even form a team later!" In the end, I was the only one who chose the plastic apartment in the desert. The manager, Riley Johnson, sent a string of exclamation marks before asking, "Have you lost your mind, Molly Hampton? The game is named 'War of the Plants'. You're going to burn to a crisp within three days if you stay in a plastic apartment in the middle of the desert with no water or electricity."

Mom screamed, "Talia, you ungrateful brat! How dare you steal your own sister's boyfriend! Are you even human? If I'd known you'd turn out to be such a heartless wretch, I would've strangled you the moment you were born! "Give Kyle back to Mable! He's her boyfriend! Who do you think you are to marry him?" I listened to the stream of filthy insults pouring from the other end of the phone, then ended the call expressionlessly. After that, I added every one of their numbers to the blacklist.

It's New Year's, I'm coming home for dinner, don't forget to make fish! I woke up with a start. Once the fog of sleep cleared, all that was left was resolved. He just wanted fish, right? Then that's what everyone would get. I invited the whole family over and laid out a feast of fish dishes. However, the mood was eerie; no one even reached for their forks. Theodore Douglas, my uncle, cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. "You know, they say starving is the worst way to go.

The black blindfold hid his eyes, but his tense jawline betrayed his nerves. The more nervous he was, the more excited I became. My fingertip traced over his throat, feeling his muscles tighten instantly. “What’s the rush? The game’s only just begun.” I slowed my words deliberately, fingers sliding lower. His breathing fell out of rhythm. “Heh, little brat, grown some guts now?” Leon rasped. His hands strained against the chains that fastened him to the pull-up bar, making the metal rattle crisply. I circled behind him, nose almost brushing his nape.

@OfficialDrakey made the post this morning, and apparently, he signed a two-year contract with Starlite! Wysdom: There is a website to buy it already? Send the link ASAP!!! Shamenoshame: (sent link) That's the official website for the game and everything related to it. The only thing delaying the official server opening, according to the report, is because the company is trying to create a new social media for the games created by their company. Shamenoshame: Mind-blowing right? Wysdom: It is! A little space just for gamers. I love the concept, but that shouldn't delay the game's release. We could have that later.