The Gamer Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My mind raced with satisfaction at having used my body as a weapon, shame at how much I had enjoyed it, and burning determination to stay on course. The game had reached a new, far more dangerous level. Damien Blackthorn had tasted me and I had left him wanting more. As the elevator doors opened into the underground garage, I whispered to myself with dark resolve: “Let the obsession begin.”

He was good with makeup, and one I could trust with my secrets, though he was older than me, three years wasn’t much of a big deal. I stared at him through the mirror. “I know you can do this. Sam.” His hair was dyed, and I think he did something with his eyebrows, and those polished nails. He was so sassy. “Please.” “The Alpha is going to kill me if he finds out.” “Remember when I won the game in 8th grade? It was I who played,” “That’s not…” “I’ve been practicing.” I spun around in my seat to face him. “…I joined the badminton club at school, and I know it’s not hockey,” I said that because I knew that was going to be his next words.

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes, this was Zen the gamer - their

Stefan's POV "FUCK!" I yelled, hitting my palm against the wall. The sharp pain was a brief distraction. I couldn't believe this was happening—my dad had married a hot-ass chick to be my stepmother. This is a massive fuck-up—complicated yh, but a fucked-up problem. I grabbed my gaming headset and jumped into a video game, hoping it would quiet my racing thoughts. It didn’t work. Even with my friends Marcus and the others chatting excitedly about our game plan and scores, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I kept hearing her voice in my head.

Believe to yourself. ' I am HEAVENinHELL24, the creater of the De Villa's fictional story. I hope I made you all happy and satisfied. Till my next story! ' **** - I'm The Vampire's Bed Warmer - ( In GoodNovel ) “ Did you chain her to my bed? “ I slowly opened my eyes when I heard a voice that was almost a whisper. My blurry sight can’t deal with this dark room, but why am I even here?

I moaned out, watching him run his hand down where his cock was, adding more to my situation. "I said suck my thumb, Anna. Or do you want my cock in your mouth? You want it, don't you?" He played dirty, thrusting his thumb into my mouth. My body reacted to his nasty act before me. I had to give in and suck his thumb like the slut I was, giving the Gamma what he wanted. He liked the show I was putting on for him. That made him struck himself even more, thrusting his thumb into my mouth faster. "Say you want me, Anna. Call my name and beg for... AHHH!" The Gamma screamed on feeling my long teeth sinking down into his thumb!

Although I still needed to be extra careful. I don't need her waking up one morning deciding she's opting out or telling the whole world about our little secret. We would both sign the terms and conditions that will bind her to me for four months. I was playing "The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim" on my computer. I love fantasy adventure games. Currently, I am on level fifty, a very challenging level because I'm faced with lots of dangerous enemies and challenging quests. I was focused on winning this level. I have been on it for a week. It was tiring me out.

“The freedom to be who I am, not who someone else needs me to be. To not have my value decided by my utility to another person.” He was quiet for a moment, the only sound their boots on the grating. “I get that,” he said finally, his voice softer. “On Cerberus IX, after… everything… I was just ‘the son who failed.’ That was my only function. My only identity. This game… it’s a chance to be something else. To prove I’m more than that failure.” His vulnerability disarmed her. It mirrored her own so closely. They reached a vast chamber—the power core. The central reactor was dark, but a backup terminal flickered. The room was partially flooded, dark water swirling around their ankles. Strange,

"You think you’re the one watching. But you’re just a fan, and fans can be disappointed." I didn't try to fight him with strength. I tried to hack him. I clicked the pen and jammed it into the air right in front of his face. I didn't aim for his skin. I aimed for his connection to the story. I poured all my hate, all my pain, and all my memories of the real world into the pen. The Reader gasped. The void-armor around him flickered. He staggered back, his form wavering like a dying light.

I clenched both fists, raising them slightly in front of my chin in a protective gesture, trying to hide the nervous grin plastered on my face. She froze. "Huh?" Creeping one brow upward. "Ga... Games? What?" She raised the other brow. "Games?" From the side, Serena let out a sharp, poorly suppressed scuff, covering her mouth with her hand. I had no idea what was so funny, but it didn't matter. Right now, I need help, and since this pretty momma looked capable, I needed to show her I was never pampered. "Yes.. um... video games," My voice gained a sliver of confidence. "I've played a lot of video games. I've played the role of an assassin, a secret agent, a biker... car racing..."