The Gamer Book Novels & Stories

The gold light pulses once, like a heartbeat. Like the Game itself remembers.

Blood spewed everywhere, growls sounded and skins were torn apart. I won yet another match and while everyone celebrated and threw a party, I wasn’t interested. So I excused myself, finding my way to a quiet place where I could be alone with my thoughts. I took in a deep breath, hearing the rush of water beneath me, the calm waves that came and went every minute. But this moment of calmness could only last for a while. “Gabi?” I didn’t need to open my eyes to know who that voice belonged to. My brother Aiden and my mentor whom I loved to call the God of war. He taught me everything I knew today.

Another walking the perimeter. But no sign of Vito. Aiden let the curtain fall back and headed downstairs. The house was even more massive in the daylight. Everything looked expensive and untouched, like it was a showroom rather than a place where people actually lived. He wandered from room to room, trying to find something… anything, to keep himself occupied. The living room had a TV, but he couldn't find the remote. There was a library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, but all the books looked like they were in Italian or some other language he couldn't read.

It’s real. Slowly, Dominique Gray turns his head toward my direction, like he can sense my presence already with the way I kept glaring at him from where I’m standing, and for a long second, our eyes lock, both of us staring at each other. And for the first time, since I knew this man existed, I could simply read the look on his face and the fiery look in his eyes. He’s started a game, a very dangerous game, and he has no intention of losing.

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

"I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel." "No contemporary BDSM books, no how-tos, nothing like that?" Sam inquired. "No. That was pretty much it," I replied. "Did your wife have a safe word?" Brianna asked. "Yes. I figured there had to be some way for Julia to opt out of her slavery if the reality wasn't meeting her expectations," I answered. "With the exception of the John Norman Gor novel, all of the romances were by women authors? In none of the reverse harem books, the multiple men were ever upset or jealous at having to share their woman?" Sam asked again.

The System announced, "Your mission is complete. You can return now. "Shane will disappear for eternity, and never be reborn." A happiness I had never felt before surged through me, and I rushed back to Eugene's home as quickly as I could. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like an eternity. Eugene was speaking with his dog.

My designs were fresh and alive, quickly winning the elite markets. Successful launches and killer sales reports solidified my spot and reputation. Only height brought true freedom. The old me traded three years of grit for a ticket out of hell. The new me chased dreams with talent and hustle in the vast world. The End

The book flipped off his hands, and his mouth gaped open. "What is the problem? Why did you drop the book on the floor just like thathe floor just like that? Alpha Lorinzo asked angrily. One of the young men in the room rushed to pick up the book, but he stopped when he heard "don't touch it." "Please, no one should go close to the book. As I was about to completely unwrap the book, I saw a warning that only a gamma was allowed to open the book. And the gamer must be from the Shadow Moon packs. "Please, is there any gamma in this room from the shadow moon packs?"

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Gunner snorted at Khyle's halfhearted attempt to sell him on it. He sounded about as doubtful as Gunner felt. It wasn't that Gunner Jäger was adverse to playing some video games. Guys were guys after all. If there wasn't anything hot to pursue, then having a few beers and running your buddy off the road or shooting him six ways to Sunday was always a good alternate. Video games were fine. At home. At a party. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">