The Gamer Book Novels & Stories

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

She went to the hospital and found the doctor who had treated me. The doctor still remembered me. As he pulled out my file, he let out a quiet sigh. "Gideon Hurley, right? He was in pretty bad shape back then. Every few days he'd try to hurt himself again. There were several times we almost lost him." The doctor looked up at her. "Are you family?" "I'm his...ex-girlfriend." The doctor froze for a moment before nodding slowly. "During his stay, there was a young man who was always with him. I assumed he was family. What about his wife?"

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains explicit, highly detailed sexual content, high-intensity dark romance themes, and strong language. Reader discretion is strictly advised. Malakai The heavy roar of the rainfall shower transformed the black marble enclosure into a private, steam-choked furnace. The hot water slammed against my back, but I couldn’t feel it. The only heat that mattered was the scalding, bare skin of the woman pinned between my body and the wet stone. Aria. My Ari.

“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.”

"You want another life so you can be with Theresa? Keep dreaming! You and I will be trapped here forever—watching each other suffer, over and over again. Hahaha!" The next morning, I woke up from that dream feeling a strange sense of relief like a blockage in my chest had completely cleared. I have always believed— What goes around comes around. Karma never fails.

"Boss, since this woman wronged you, I'll help you get your revenge!" Carla was a rare kind of gaming genius. Even when I dueled her one-on-one, I lost more often than I won. Someone like Madison, who barely had time to play games, was no match for her. In three minutes flat, Carla completely crushed her. Smiling sweetly, Carla turned on voice chat. "Tsk. With skills like that, you might want to spend less time talking and more time practicing—before your gameplay gets even more pathetic." "Who are you?" Madison asked calmly, completely unaffected by the taunt. "Wasn't Charlie the one using this account?

There were even a few of the newer comic book based movies that she knew a little too well, thanks to her superhero obsessed sons. From the DVDs, she moved to the book shelves, idly reading through the titles. Again she was impressed with the classic titles, some an aggressive amount of heavy reading. There was a collection of video games in one corner, though she had yet to see a gaming system. He had little collections of things here and there, some clearly souvenirs from travels around the country, others a curious grouping of oddly feminine items. Most likely gifts from past admirers. That made Emma wonder about his dating past and the number of broken hearts he had left in his wake.

"It must be since I still want to gamble. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. When things get to be too much, it brings me comfort." That really was the best way to describe it. "So you love gambling, but you're not good at it?" Jovie asked. I shook my head. "I'm great at the act of gambling. Just not good about being right." "That seems like the most important part." "I'm sorry are you the gambling expert here?" I questioned. She smiled and shook her head. "Well, I am. I didn't comment on the important parts of thievery, please pay me the same respect."

their Feature Editor second. "Excuse me," Leah said; the room went quiet after hearing her "what was this quarter's theme anyway?" Leah isn't dull as most of Paul's staff, including himself, were led to believe. She knew Spice Publishing caters to most teenage to middle-aged men regarding sexual kinks and women. The contents in each issue are the sexual diaries of the staff and their readers, while the other half were naked photoshoots.

Now, after so many years of being all by myself, I had reverted to my original, reckless nature. However, since I met her, I couldn’t recognize myself anymore. I was the much dreaded Gamma of our pack and even our pack members trembled in my presence. All my life, I have killed without feeling a drop of remorse, yet now I couldn’t kill her. I never spared the enemy, yet I was so drowned in her, that I forgot all about the enemy! I was in deep shit!