Stuck In A Video Game Novels & Stories

He looked at me, really looked, taking in the blood under my nose, the faint tremor in my hands, the way I was still half‑leaning into Corvin like my bones weren’t convinced about standing on their own. He shook his head. “Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t make this about your guilt. The game did this. I walked in there. She walked in there. It wrote a rule and stuck to it.” “But the glitch—” I started. “Yeah,” he said. “The glitch. Your glitch. The same one that’s got admins freaking out and Selene questioning her life choices and the Game’s heart panicking enough to drag us to it next.” His mouth twisted in something that wasn’t quite a smile.

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT ALEX DAVALO I messed up! Sandro was busy playing a video game on his laptop when I walked in. The sound of clicking keys and virtual explosions filled the room, creating a buzz that felt familiar yet distant as thoughts swirled in my mind. “Sandro,” I said, half deep in thought, trying to shake off everything I had just experienced.

Then suddenly, a click interrupted us. Lucas stiffened, and I turned sharply toward the door, my stomach dropping. I yanked my wrist free at last and rushed to the door, fumbling with the handle but it didn’t even budge. It was locked? What was going on? Who was playing these games? Behind me, Lucas exhaled slowly. “Well,” he said, almost amused. “Looks like we’re stuck together.”

"The main control box is normally located in the kitchen. I'll need to put another fuse into the slot in there for the whole circuit of the house to be complete. Do you understand?" "Yes," we nodded, even though I didn't really understand a word. It all sounded too technical for me. He wandered off to the kitchen and I grabbed my new phone, switching it on. I stared at it for a moment, swiping across the screen, enabling a whole lot of apps to come up. Wow, there was a magic princess game in here! "Hey, do you need help with that?" Daniel asked me, on the floor with Ashley. "Nah, I've got it."

I was fidgeting as I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. It had never been so real. Now I realize the fact that I'm stuck with this man for the rest of my life. I'm Stuck with Oliver. ***************************************Yes

Of course, I didn't say that! "Ok," he says as he moves closer to me. I move back until my back hits the bed, I inhale and exhale. I am trapped. He moves closer to me and smiles when he realizes I was trapped. He stares at me for a long time, and I couldn't help but feel lucky to have him. "What are you thinking about?" he whispers in my ears. I clear my throat when I realize I can't say anything. "Ahem...no..no... nothing," I stutter.

Then he added victoriously, “Miss. Wendy here has been losing steadily. I am afraid she will have to work for free soon, to repay her gambling debt.” “Oh dear, I am afraid he is right,” lamented Wendy, looking at me for support. “That’s because he cheats !” I said, laughing. “I suggest shaking off his sleeves and clothes before you start playing with him” I added, laughing. “Awww, Sydney. I am anything but a cheat. How about we have a game ?" He challenged, his blue eyes twinkled mischievously. I thought for a minute, "Why not, but with real money?"

Max looked at the numbers. "I think it stopped due to a malfunction," he pressed his lips, then pressed the stop button to see if he could get it working or find a solution. But Emma became even more tense. "Relax," Max told her. "They'll realize soon enough that we're stuck." Emma tried to calm down, and Max leaned against the wall behind him, about a meter away from her. "Are you okay?" Emma turned her gaze from the numbers to him.

The game that could change everything. Today felt sacred. Like I was walking into something bigger than myself. I sat up and swung my legs off the bed, rubbing the back of my neck as if I could massage away the tension building there. It wasn’t just a game. Not anymore. It was the game, the one I’d thrown myself into like a man possessed. Ever since Stacey ended things, I’d trained like hell, refusing to let the pain slow me down. If anything, I used it. Every sprint, every jump shot, every sweat-drenched morning was a scream echoing from the hollow space she’d left in me.

One flush and I'd have nothing to show for the evening but more parental disappointment. But I couldn't. Not yet. I returned to the app and saved the video, tucking the phone back into my clutch. I had time to decide. Time to figure out what winning really looked like in a game where I'd always been a pawn. At the thought of being a pawn, the image of Maya's gay friend in the female restroom surfaced. But I shook my head, tossing the thought aside. * * *