Novel & Cerita The Gamer Self Insert Fanfiction

“Fine. But I hate having to do this. ​ I disconnected the call before she could speak any further. His question still angered me, made me feel so fucking…small. ​ Seraphina had always been second to me, or was that just what I thought? I brought out my laptop and searched her name. ​ Her smiling face filled up my screen. Her hair had gotten longer. She was wearing no make up, just a bit of blush that she liked. She also had a streaming match by 9 pm. ​ I registered for it with a fake name, paying the f*e. When it started, I was one of the first people to tune in to watch ​ She looked breathtaking, as ever, a smile on her face. She taunted her fans, and the person she played against. ​ And I

“He thinks he can love my sister and still chain me.” I slowed, bent over, catching my breath. My body trembled, my pulse loud in my ears. Only I could pull that off. Or better still, rewrite this whole plot into a reverse harem erotica. At least then the chaos would pay off. “Damn, how come I only just thought of that now.” I didn’t look back. Until I heard footsteps. “I swear I’ll make sure you’d never be able to use your joystick again,” I said turning back ready to unleash my anger.

I took off the hoodie and threw it on the floor before stepping into the tub and once the water came in contact with my skin I felt a tingling sensation spread across my body… I was so horny and all I wanted was Damian but unfortunately he isn't gonna be back anytime soon so I was left with no choice but to pleasure myself… I drew circles around my areolas and gave my tities a gentle squeeze as I imagined it to be Damian… I closed my eyes and arched my head backwards as I slowly trailed my fingers downwards in between my eyes and a gasp escaped my lips as I slowly inserted a finger in… I began moving it slowly at first but soon increased the speed while I moaned, imagining it to be Damian an

Her voice was sharp, "What do you have, Bethany? A burrowed personality and a full-time job trying to decide who to date between Kaelen and Alex? Or is it trying to cover up that ugly face underneath layers and layers of make-up?" Elias took a step forward, covering the distance between her and Bethany with an unflinching gaze, "And yes, Bethany, I do have a crush on Kaelen, and I wrote those fantasies. They're all mine and frankly," Her voice gained some strength and she surged with confidence as a lazy smirk danced along the edge of her lips, "They're a lot more interesting than anything you've ever done or thought in your pathetic life, and that is why you cannot get it out of your head,"

(Coughing around the room) CoN: (to me) "Can you provide any insight?" Me: "I have a bad habit of walking into people who want to hurt me." CoN: "These are multiple wounds." Me: "I piss off multiple people." CoN: "What do you attribute that too?" Me: "I'm a reincarnated A****n warrior bent on saving my sisters from global destruction. It is a surprisingly unpopular life path I have chosen." CoN made eye contact with the Psychologist...he shrugged. "Amazons are female warriors. Has your condition destabilized your gender identity?"

“Since we’re being honest, let me tell you something too.” His eyes lifted, desperate. “I saw you tell your brother to replace my name. He didn’t.” I inhaled shakily. “I did. I took my own name and swapped it with the blank slip.” His face drained of color. “Because I stopped wanting you a long time ago.” Silence crashed between us. “You thought I’d always stand there waiting—like some NPC in your game, ready whenever you felt like playing.” I shook my head. “Too bad you never realized NPCs can walk off the map.”

Elena’s POV I dropped into my chair and pulled my keyboard toward me. “Insufferable, manipulative, overgrown child,” I muttered under my breath, thinking of Daniel. “Walking around here like he owns the place, asking his little loaded questions with that stupid smile…” I typed in my password aggressively. “…and that face. That smug, irritating, I-know-something-you-don’t face that I wanted to…” My screen loaded, and I stopped. Something was wrong.

As much as I want to blame him for making me feel this way, I am way more disappointed in myself. Before I knew it, hot tears occupied my ducts and they flowed rapidly fast, and uncontrollably. A mixture of frustration, embarrassment, and confusion clouded my system. His presence is too much, and I hate how I still feel satisfied just by seeing him and hearing his voice. This is bad. So bad. I am really going crazy. ———————————————————— IMPORTANT NOTE: The Characters and Events mentioned in this book are purely fictional and are not to be construed as even remotely inspired by persons and events known and unknown to the author.

“Who the hell are you?” He replied, “I am Lucifer!” I didn’t expect that he would admit it so quickly. Silent for a long time, I asked, “Can I bring friends to meet you?” “Alright!” After getting his reply, I directly logged off the gate. James’s POV: Rican gave the account back to me. I muttered, “I feel like I am playing the game so hard just for you. I do task in instance to get new equipment. And I can have more experience and get upgrade. However, you just flirt with Lucifer by using my game account every day.”

The voice in my head chuckles at me, "Gamma is the warrior of the pack." I roll my eyes inwardly at her, "uh huh." She growls at me and pain hits my stomach, "fine," she says, "I'll just need to prove this isn't a dream, this is our reality, I'm sorry but this is going to hurt," she pauses, "both of us."