Novelas y relatos de The Gamer 224

He was growing up so fast that Jack knew the day would come when playing computer games with his old man would be too uncool for Riley, but while he could, Jack was determined to spend as much time as he could with his son. “Oh look,” Riley said, pointing to the screen. “Kei Ren is online.” Jack took a seat next to Riley and picked up a controller. Kei Ren was both an ally and an enemy, depending on the game. He was good, one of the best Jack had ever played against and that was saying something. The gamer tag came from one of the most popular games around at the moment. Kei Ren was the main character of the game Farrain, a fantasy role-playing game, but Kei Ren the gamer didn’t confine hims

“But for that, you’ll be requiring legs and I am afraid, I would have to snatch them from you if you dare take one step out of this room.” He hissed and the next moment a loud sound pierced through the walls as he shot a bullet just an inch away from his right foot. “THE HELL MAN!!” Brandon screamed in fright and jumped back in shock. His heart lurched to his throat. Catching his rugged breaths, Brandon lowered his eyes to the clouds of smoke that were escaping through the nozzle of his Armatix. Dylan eyed his horrifying reaction. Amusement etched on his face as he twirled the gun between his fingers and lowered his hand. Tucking it back into his waistband, he sashayed towards him and halted

"And I'm still going, anyway." "Harper-" "He killed his mate, Drake." My voice came out steadier than I expected. "Marcus killed Lily to save my life. He stood in that clearing with her blood on his hands, and he looked at me, and there was nothing behind his eyes except loss. And I stood there, and I let him carry that." I set the lipstick down. "He's my Gamma. He's been at my back through every single thing that should have killed me. He doesn't get a half-life. He doesn't get to spend whatever's left of his existence as a feral shell of himself because the Council is afraid of what I am and what I'm capable of." I turned around fully. "I won't do it. I won't leave him there." Drake looked

“I’m not taking it back, Lexi. I love you. I want you, Lexi.” “You are scaring me. Why are you reacting like that? I’m sure no one will want a female with a son. So it should be easy...” “I’m not an Alpha or a Beta. I’m just a Gamma.” I tried to say it clearly, despite my tears. “A Gamma has no right to enter the Claiming Arena.”

"There is still some time left. How about a round of games? Do you play Halo?" The e-ghost smirked. "I have to say, I might not play often but Halo is my speciality. My highest record was 97% accuracy with 16 headshots!" Tynan cracked his knuckles and brought out the consoles. "Too bad for you, my record was a 22 killstreak. You're up for a tough fight because I'm not going to go easy on you even if you are a girl or a ghost. Laura cackled. "Do you play with mods?"

At this time, someone in the game sent a message to Alex. The message was sent by a current professional gamer, Bob, from Team AF. He asked, “Are you interested in playing duo queue with me? I need Support to help me level up, and you’re the best Support I can ever find.” Alex simply replied, “I’m busy.” “This is the difference…” “A very cruel difference…” “Too bad. You’re not Xyla Quest…” Xyla burst out laughing when she read those funny pop-ups. After watching for a little while more, she exited Alex’s live stream and returned to the homepage.

he retorted, finally looking up at me. "I guess you too have that thing," I said and he wasn't impressed. He looked like he was pissed just by seeing my face. I wonder whether I'm that ugly. At least I'm not as ugly as him. Anyway, he didn't say anything and just went back to reading the book. I fished out my phone from my bag and plugged in my earphones, playing Agust D on Spotify, then went to g****e, searching for some user notes on Construct2 and RPG maker. We needed those software for our video game.

“Then that tramp will have the pleasure of explaining herself.” Nico leaned back in his chair, watching the fire in Nero’s gaze. The demon was back and out for blood. That same old ruthless certainty burned there. It was the look of a man who’d kill anyone or anything that tried to move his pieces off his gameboard. Nero’s gameboard. “Tonight, then,” Nico said finally. Nero nodded once. “Tonight.”

Pfft. Two quiet, metallic pops echoed through the rain, completely swallowed by the sound of the storm. The lead mercenary didn't even have time to raise his weapon or key his throat mic. Both rounds caught him directly in the center of his reinforced visor, the ballistic glass shattering inward as his body went entirely limp, collapsing backward into a deep puddle of muddy water. “Left guard is raising his carbine,” Malakai’s voice cut through, sharp and instantaneous. “Pivot ninety degrees. Now.”

the guard eyed the opposite gamer angrily, who laughed at his defense gesture. " That's strange though, she wouldn't have walked out alive", the gamer said, " She wasn't set free, he might be postponing her death, you can never know what that Alpha is thinking ", the opposite gamer said, " I want to even know what she looks like, I'll follow you to give her the cloth", " Are you going because you are curious at what she looks like or because...you want to see some boobs", he teased laughing and grinning, " You're a fool ", the guard eyed him,