Starved Game Novels & Stories

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ SEXUAL CONTENT (18+) AFTER STARTING READING. PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY 🙏❤️ Happy Reading 🤗 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ "Let me go!" Caramel screamed while struggling, she tried to escape from the grip of the two Kenzo bodyguards. The wedding dress is very elegant attached to her body, but it feels thin. Her shoulders are exposed. All knick-knacks such as earrings and expensive necklaces that sparkle adorn her. A bridal veil tied behind her hair.

I was sucked into some game world with 99 other people. The system's robotic voice announced, "Welcome, all 100 players, to the Survival of the Poorest. Starting funds: 50 dollars. Objective: Survive 7 days inside the game. The winner gets one million dollars in prize money! Overspending, dying, or stepping outside the designated area will be treated as a forfeit, and you will carry one million dollars in debt." The voice paused for a moment. Then, with a sly tone, it continued, "Now then, do any cowards want to back out?"

While they were eating breakfast, none of them spoke. Colleen appeared to be contemplating something as she lowered her head. Mike was munching on own his food while he looked at the system log. [Main Mission: Survive for 7 days, 0/7] had changed to [1/7], and a [Hunger] status had appeared in the character window. [Hunger: While in a state of Hunger, Maximum Stamina is 20% lower than normal and is exhausted twice as fast. When Stamina is insufficient, damage over time to HP might occur.]

A grimace crosses her face, "At least it's not poisonous, just yet." With her words already coming late as I drank the juice, its the warm, stale juice hits my tongue. Olivia's right. Players indeed couldn't be choosers, not here in this place. There were few luxuries to be had and even basic necessities were scarce at times. For now, all we could remain, continuing to choke down the bitter juice until the next meager ration of sustenance arrives. Survival in this games has become a game of endurance, of swallowing one's dignity and pride. Serene then picks up a spoon and examines the same porridge with resignation, "Yeah right. At least it's something," she replies quietly, her voice resign

But he had a heart of gold, he was probably the only boy I would let near my sister, ever. And that was saying a lot. “How is he?” I mused absentmindedly picking at my wilted chicken sandwich. “He’s great, he’s right here actually let me call him over,” before I could tell her not to worry because I didn’t want to disturb him. Another thing about Hiro was he was always working, always. He had a dream of starting his own game development company, and I knew he would make it one day. There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!”

Stella looked up, "I have a voice-acting audition at Neon Nebula first. Then, I'm going to get my car from service center. Want to join me?" "I can't. I will be out in the field today," Felicity said, glancing at the time. "It's almost time. I need to go. Let's talk after work." After Felicity left, Stella freshened up and headed to Neon Nebula, a popular gaming company. They were preparing to launch their highly anticipated mobile game, "Honor of the Deities," that summer. All the voiceovers for the characters were ready, except for one named Vixen.

Adam ordered while cursing. Jes grabbed Adam's arm causing Adam to turn around. Jess shook her head. "I don't want to eat anything other than spice porridge." she asked. TBC.

"You're still lying, even now!" They looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "You're not well, are you?" "You're the ones who aren't well!" I pointed at them, my voice echoing in the vast warehouse. "You did it to sell my kidney!" "That wasn't a blood transfusion. It was a nephrectomy! That's why my body had such a violent reaction after the surgery!" The only sound in the warehouse was the howl of the wind. "Dead men tell no tales. That's the real reason you staged this whole act, to make me commit suicide!" I spelled out the cruel truth.

The voice grew louder, scarier. "The groom is dead!! The groom is dead!!"