The Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They knew it's a trait of an archdemon and had staggered back in fright, unknowingly giving him the chance to quickly get a quick grip of how he can control his wings which had at first flapped excitedly to match the rhythm of his excitement. Gama laughed. He had laughed so maniacally that his abductors thought he had lost his mind, but somehow, they still felt terrified. Gama love the fear in their eyes. He started to wonder. Gama wondered where to begin his torture. He imagined how the men would be cut. How they will cry in pain and beg him to stop. The more Gama had those fantasies, the smoke started to fill the entire room without a source. He was confused but noticed that as soon as he

" _*]: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">

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

Facing Audrey's request, she hesitated momentarily before ultimately nodding in agreement. Catherine connected her mobile phone to the live-streaming cable and started the game. In an instant, the fans watching the live stream got frenzy as if they had been injected with a shot of adrenaline. Those enthusiastic gamers had much more passion than those girls studying makeup skills. They kept calling and inviting their game buddies to watch the amazing moves of Catherine. The comments kept popping up. [Wow, I'm totally blown away! It turns out the master gamer is actually a young lady. That's just too astonishing!]

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

There were hundreds, even thousands of them, and every single one was full of insults aimed at me. "We trusted you!" "You were the one who told us to keep fighting, and now you turn around and take money from the Romano Famiglia!" "You promised that you would help us, so what's the meaning of this?" In that instant, a heavy silence settled over the office. I stared at the screen for a few moments before lowering the tablet. Dante hadn't changed at all. He would simply upend the chessboard if he found himself unable to control the match. I raised my head, speaking with a clarity that ensured everyone present could hear.

“I can handle myself. And if this is about HIM, you should know better than to think I actually got hurt by that cheap game.” His voice softened, but his eyes glinted. “Besides… it’s his loss. Dante and Maya? they’re different. It’s like I’m the queen on a chessboard and....I like that feeling, I enjoy the thrill. Watching them starve and crave me—” he smirked, air-quoting with his fingers, “—I’m still messing an Enigma up.”

The way he got when he knew he had me cornered. “Tell anyone? Nah, I am not trying to ruin my own girl. But I see exactly what you have been up to here. Playing the sweet little gamer girl on stream while you secretly fuck your pussy raw for a bunch of paying strangers.” His eyes dropped right to my lap like he could see through the desk. “I bet that greedy cunt is still clenching around that toy right now, isn't it? Probably soaking wet and aching for more.” I swallowed hard, my mouth completely dry.

Plus, Beta Ryker has so many other she wolves begging for his attention, including Trina, and I knew that he wouldn’t be alone for long, after I rejected him. Even with that thought process of thinking, I still found myself wondering what could have been if only I wasn’t enslaved by Alpha Gunner. My mind at that moment went back to the day in the infirmary, when Beta Ryker had walked in on the sight of me with Alpha Gunner, pretending I was naked on him, to distract whoever was to come through the doors. I wonder now if I had mistaken his lust for jealousy or if it was desire that it was me on top of him. But as I thought about that, I also remember the way it felt to be so close to Alpha Gu