The Gamer 224 Novels & Stories

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

The elevator doors open, and we are greeted by a security guard as he steps in our path, effectively blocking our way. “Minimum ten thousand dollar bets on this floor,” he announces coldly. “Yes, of course.” Stace smiles casually as if it’s lunch money. Shit, ten thousand dollars. That’s exuberant. I better get this right or we could drop fifty grand in five minutes. I will be doing the gambling tonight while Stace tries to find Wesley Snipes. I still can’t believe this guy actually calls himself that. It’s kind of ridiculous, if you ask me.

And yet… she couldn’t forget the way his lips had felt, the way her body had betrayed he and--Damn it! Her phone buzzed again. ‘Keep going, honey. Remember all he’s done to you and never forget that your revenge is a must.’ Amira swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her ears. Three months left. That was all the time she had to play this dangerous game. She turned the phone face down in her lap, forcing her expression into something neutral. The men were still talking about alliances, threats, and all things money-related but their voices blurred in her ears. All she could hear was the echo of Alessandro’s words.

he felt alot of things inside him, but none of them allowed him to get the strength to even get up. Gary watched his boss´ expression for the first time, it was astonishing. he was a great man, both in the underworld and in the normal world. he was feared and avoided like a plague, he could kill without bating an eye, he loved no one, he even killed people considered friends once they got in his way, but this was something no one could ever think of, he understood straight away, Cynthia was Amy.

All it would’ve taken was a change of wardrobe and a slight hairstyle change, and we wouldn’t raise a single eyebrow walking into a StopGame. Don’t give me that P.C. stereotyping crap. Look, I’m not saying this to be sexist or anything. Believe me, I know anyone can be a gamer, or a fisher, or a K-K-Fucking-K member, regardless of how they look or dress. That’s not what I’m saying. Hell, I’ve been known to spend a weekend killing people on video games (ya know, when I’m not spending my weekend killing people in real life . . . )

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

He wanted to walk into the room, but he ended up standing by the door, merely watching over her in silence. Charmine gamed for a very long time as her rage continued to fester. In the game, she killed whatever came in sight, and it caused havoc in the gaming world. [OMG! Boss! Skill is on point!] [Please teach me!] [Never thought a sniper can be so impressive! This is perhaps the best gamer in the country!] [This tactic seems familiar. Reminds me of the gamer Kill who took the gaming world by storm five years ago.] [It can’t be. This account seems like a new account! Can’t be Kill, I guess...?]

He entered the login information and waited, after a couple of seconds a new screen popped up. PLEASE SELECT: FALKEN’S MAZE BLACKJACK GIN RUMMY HEARTS BRIDGE CHECKERS CHESS POKER FIGHTER COMBAT GUERRILLA ENGAGEMENT DESERT WARFARE AIR-TO-GROUND ACTIONS THEATERWIDE TACTICAL WARFARE THEATERWIDE BIOTOXIC AND CHEM GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR

They can easily attract any men if they want to. Nana Taylor who is a cousin of Nick is a famous streamer on an online platform that features videos of popular and professional gamers. Whenever she stream her playing online games she always get about a thousand viewers and get donations that amount up to five hundred dollars every time. She's a good player that can even be considered as a pro.

The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment. Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it. “I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Christina. I’m not a transgender man, but I thought it would be fun to put a transgender hitman inside the game and model him after myself.” The gunman’s throat went dry for a minute when he saw Amy was trying to leave the room. He went back to rambling, hoping that his talking woul