The Gamer Oc Fanfiction Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

"Ava, your player profile—" Before he could finish, a transparent panel popped up in front of me. 【Player: Ava Stone】 【Level: Novice】 【Special Status: Sensory Deficiencies (Face Blindness, No Sense of Smell)】 【Current Anxiety Level: 5】 When Chloe saw my profile, a cruel glint flashed in her eyes. "Oh, dear. Sensory deficiencies? In a horror game, that’s fatal. You should just give up. Might as well die now and get it over with."

’ He thought hysterically and brushed his hands through his hair in frustration. "Alexa, let me ask you a question: have you ever felt anything for me before? Do you even feel anything towards me? Has this always been a game to you? Tell me!” He snarled, his voice filled with desperation. He looked at Alexa with a piercing gaze as if he wanted to uncover all her secrets. He couldn't help but remember what he had seen in her diary; maybe he was just a challenge she wanted to conquer.

If I were to decide, I don't want to speak anymore. But I have to ride on his trip. "Right... how about we shower him?" I asked. "Great!" "Oh, may I use the controller?" I asked again, trying to provoke him. He just smiled. "Of course, you can! Why not?" he said. I smiled creepily. His trust in me is so satisfying. It feels like Harry wanted to build his own "POU"-like game. He's infiltrating the animal world. What the fuck just happened to his mind?

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

Oasis was absorbed in the game, his focus intense as he tried to beat the challenge. The game, designed by Joxan, seemed simple enough at first, but after an hour of playing, Oasis was still stuck. "Come on! How is this possible?" Oasis muttered, frustration mounting. He was so immersed in the game that he didn’t even hear Daimon enter the room. It wasn’t until the laptop was taken from his hands that he looked up, startled. "Who... Who dares touch my laptop?" Oasis snapped, his voice sharp with irritation. But when he saw Daimon standing there, his anger vanished instantly.

A plan to get revenge on Daniel by getting close to his father. But somewhere along the way, it had stopped feeling like a game. Somewhere along the way, I’d started to care. And that was the most terrifying realization of all. “Mind if I sit here?” I looked up to find a guy standing next to me, he was obviously in his mid-thirties, and he was decent-looking, he also had a very easy smile. “Free country,” I said, turning back to my drink. He sat down anyway, ordering a beer and turning to face me.

Lilah yells at the top of her lungs as she tries to understand why her super mom is terrible at common charades. The boys were laughing so hard that Harry, the annoying traitor, joined in. He wanted me to lose, and I have. That was the last round, and Lilah and I lost woefully. He told me he was going to take me down, and he did. He and that little traitor I have as a son competed side by side with his father and took me down. Sir Smith gives me a sympathetic smile as I stare, pouting. Harry uses the opportunity to kneel down next to Lilah, this time with his hands covering his crotch. He's not taking any chances anymore.

“But keep in mind, honey... this is a young virgin here. He won't last long, will you Harry? Especially not after you've had two girls sucking your cock today. A stepmother and daughter combo? That only happens in comically bad p**n films, doesn't it? Lucky little boy...” “I'm a believer now!” Harry gushed, putting his hands onto the back of Gwen's head to drive his cock in farther. She gagged instantly. Coughing slightly. “Dude, Harry what the fuck!” She spat, wiping down her mouth. “You trying to impale me on this fucking lamp post?!”

Harry could not stop himself from exclaiming in a high-pitched voice the moment he got a closer look at the username. Giselle was using her main account, which she had used many times before when she played games with Harry. There was no way he would not recognize this username! The viewers started typing away in the chat box. "Is he the self-proclaimed top student who just finished his college entrance exams?" "Hey, kid. Why are you gaming with a scumbag? Run! Don't be led astray!" "I'm going to secretly write this kid's ID down and quietly steal him away later!"