Stuck In A Video Game Book Novels & Stories

I had no idea of any of this and I was innocent. "I wanted to kill you but then I thought, why not Zach too?" The evil glint in his eye had me scared. It felt like there was a stampede immediately after that statement. "Boss! We're under attack." The armed dude who had brought in the the briefcase containing the album announced. "The game is just about to begin." He smirked evilly, just as I was roughly dragged up by one of his men. "Hey!" I protested, trying to rip my arm out of his grip. The buff dude's stare was so intimidating, I almost peed in my pants.

"Hell, it was even news here in LA." "He doesn't believe in the news, thinks it's all essentially worthless propaganda and ways to sell prescription drugs to unsuspecting idiots. He pretty much doesn't do anything in his spare time but play video games and read library books on his Kindle. Our cops want to know if you want him charged and held for anything?" "What? Stupidity," I said. "It's up to Master, but if he's been cooperative and won't be housing a fugitive anymore, I'm inclined to let him go."

The bed was equipped with mechanisms that could only be unlocked through external settings once triggered. I had been completely exhausted earlier, so I'd just crashed on a random bed in the storeroom without even noticing it was the latest model of pleasure bed. I would usually sleep on my stomach and move around in my sleep, so I must have accidentally triggered the mechanism while dozing off. And now this single bed had locked my hands in place. The bed split into two below my waist, lifting my lower abdomen and hips and leaving my buttocks raised high. It was as if I was positioned for…

“It’s true.” “What…? But I saw you reading…” It's a natural question. If you saw someone sitting in the library with a book open in front of them on a regular basis, it was a normal conclusion to draw. But you would be wrong. I remind her how much I love videogames, and how I spend my free time on them, and that the reason I come to the library is because I don’t like the atmosphere when I get to the other classroom early that I was just pretending to read books while I was actually planning out strategies for Persona 5 or Battle Royale.

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

“Sasha Burnette, Game 51.” It made me feel a bit cruel, but I was horribly intrigued by the books. I could’ve sat and read them all day, living through the eyes of previous contestants. It was morose and sad that they had been lost to the games, but I actually enjoyed learning about them and their lives. As much as I wanted to sit and read Sasha’s entire book, I was pretty sure the restricted section didn’t have a check out system. Either way, the carving on the bookcase had pinpointed a specific page for a reason.

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

But it unluckily doesn't work. I am even more nervous. What is the Game they're talking about? "Once you're in the game, exercise your brain and heart. Don't just use your heart or your mind, but use them both." She took a deep breath and looked around. "The Game is necessary as being an official Zoner. It is never stated in Book Of A Zoner as to answer what it is but once you step into it, all the questions you want to be answered regarding it will also be heard. You will know its purpose and dive profoundly into its enigmas. "

~ CARA ~ As the windows of the library began to turn dark, I sat back in my chair and sighed. I’d read the same paragraph five times and not a word of it was getting in. I was stuck behind the desk because I was the only staff member on—there was some big sports game this evening and everyone was going. Only the most diligent students were in the library this evening, and they didn’t need me.

Isabella asks him with a grin. “You know that I don’t play video games, baby.” “Yes, but… This isn’t the sort of game you usually complain about. Wanna try?” Archibald hesitates. Isabella knows that he thinks that playing video games is a waste of time, but to her astonishment, the older man eventually nods his head. “Sure. You have another one of those?” He points at the controller. A few moments later, they start a four-player race. As expected, Archibald’s massively overwhelmed by the various controls and functions; Isabella, Dara, and Riven almost die of laughter when he starts ranting about how complicated everything is.