The Gamer Book Novels & Stories

The air is thick with the scent of desperation and greed. The room is a den of vice, with round tables scattered about, each one a battleground for high-stakes games of poker and blackjack. The green felt is worn and stained, a testament to the countless nights of excess. Stacks of cash and chips tower above the players, their faces set in determined lines, their eyes fixed on the prize. The chandelier above casts a yellowish glow, highlighting the tension etched on their faces. I spot my contact, a man, only a few years older than me, with umber skin and hazel brown eyes, his tattoos on full display.

I handed him the book. "A reverse harem romance," he read aloud. "What's a reverse harem?" He asked. "A reverse harem is one where there are many men satisfying one woman, instead of many women for one man; a harem in reverse," I informed him. He continued reading the publicity blurb on the back of the book. "'I was a virgin when the earth was captured in an interstellar war. I was stripped, enslaved and auctioned off to ten alien warriors who helped subdue our world. I was claimed and ravished in the most reprehensible ways imaginable. They set about mastering my maiden body and instructing me what it means to belong to them absolutely. They bought me to use me, but in my heart I know they

Lady Aurora emerged, flanked by two identical men. “Please inform us if she leaves the house,” one of them pleaded, desperation etched into his features. “We can’t stand seeing our Commander like this.” Lady Aurora gave them a solemn nod. “I will. Don’t you want to meet Gamma Celeriac? He’s in his study.” Study? I glanced back toward the man who had been watching Elysia’s window—but he was gone. The eerie aura still lingered in the air. Teleporting into the study, I landed soundlessly. Gamma Celeriac sat at his desk, engrossed in a book. His expression was unreadable, but the moment I appeared, he closed the book with deliberate calmness.

“The card games.” “Tsk!” clicking his tongue as his confidence overflows together with his pride as the top gambler. He stares at the deck of cards as it represents the games and core of the next book, where the Tarot cards calls, reveal and are laid upon to their world as the inevitable first book is about to end. “Before we start, I shall give you a chance to quit as you know who am I in these kinds of games, don’t you, Jaira?”

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" Yuna totally ignored Nari's statement, so did we. It wasn't in our place to intervene in their trifle unless it was needed. Although our silence served as a bit of a slow burn to Nari. "A girl gamer? Pfft!. An expert in temple run perhaps you tried it out for a day and concluded. Contradicting its name, gaming isn't all games; it requires time, commitment, discipline and skill and that's a lot of working investment in it. You can't keep up with that!" "Are you saying a woman can't be a gamer?" I asked genuinely, getting pissed off by his ego. "Don't get me wrong. But you should know it's true that…" Dal tried to mansplain what he had said.

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 drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.