Total Drama Video Games Novels & Stories

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

You can do this. . . . Natalie's P. O. V I was laughing at one of my dad's jokes. Greg had taken me to see him because he requested it. Jace was there as well as Derek, the eldest and the only one married among them. The Maddox twins were somewhere around the globe being the gamers they make and play video games, earning money from that. They rarely come home except it's very important, otherwise they just video call. Above all, we all get along just fine.

Questioning him with intriguing feeling, curious about what has happened to him and am I just worrying over nothing? “I’m sorry, Lily. I just do have a lot of works and stuffs to do,” Doom apologized. I crossed my arms. “You won’t explain what happened to you? I was worried! Or I was just worried for nothing?” “You've already know that I am no human and I do a lot of inhumane work.” He looked away. I tried to compose myself. Why am I losing my cool over such a thing? Come on, Lily! Keep it up!

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

he asked. "Yes." "And the video?" "Yes." "You didn't respond." "I didn't know what to say." He stepped closer. "The truth would be a good start." "The truth about what?" "About why you're doing this. About what you want." "I don't—" "Don't lie to me, Diego. Not here. Not now." "This whole thing is a game to you. That's all I am." "Is that what you think?" He was in my space now backing me against the wall. "Then let's play."

"The Vesper persona isn't a game. It’s a shadow network that currently holds the decryption keys to every single asset Thorne Industries owns. If I don't check in with my broker in exactly twenty minutes, an automated script drops your entire architecture into the open market." A slow, terrifyingly beautiful smile curved his lips. It wasn't the smile of a businessman threatened with ruin; it was the smile of a monster that had finally found a worthy hunt. "Let it drop," Malakai murmured, his thumb slowly tracing the frantic pulse point on my pinned wrist. "Let the whole empire burn to ash, Aria. I can rebuild a corporate structure in a fiscal quarter. I can’t rebuild six months of losing my

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Chapter 8 "Baby, I'm so ecstatic... your vagina is clenching me so tightly, refusing to let go. You like this a lot too, don't you? You don't need to pretend to be unwilling in front of me. Ha... damn it, you're driving me crazy." Damien's hands tightly gripped Emma's slender waist, thrusting relentlessly and powerfully. Every thrust was brutal and went deeper. Pussy juice continuously flowed out, lubricating his penis and soaking a large patch of the bedsheet.

he laughed gathering himself from the fragments I had just seen, “It’s actually nothing bad at all. Just complicated.” “So I don’t need to smother him in his sleep?” “God, Drea, your so violent,” Dayna’s voice called out, “And yeah the way Hiro said that sounded wayyy, more serious than it actually is.” “Yeah, it’s not-“ “Should I just tell her?” “No, not now it’s embarrassing.” “What?” There was more scuffle on the other side of the phone, “HIRO STOP RUNNING AWAY!” “NEVERRRRR-“

I stayed on the phone with her for another few minutes until she left for her shift. After I hung up, I took a deep breath, double-checked my reflection, and applied a second coat of red lipstick for extra confidence before I exited my room. The faint sounds of Greta's favorite Italian game show drifted from the kitchen as I walked to the foyer. She liked watching TV while cooking and said Dante had installed the kitchen's small flat-screen for her when she started working for him. He'd threatened to remove it if any of her meals weren't up to par, but no one took his threats seriously.