Video Game Plot Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When he saw those things, he must have felt terrible on the inside… The live stream channel went wild again— “Hahahaha… D*mn. I’m dying from laughter. I’ll wait for that guy to eat poop on a live stream.” “I feel like shipping our god-like gamer and his boss. What should I do?” “For some unknown reason, I feel like something is going on between Xyla and Alex.” “Stop talking. My brain is already coming up with a whole movie about a gamer and a girl from a rich family.” “Tsk, tsk. Don’t make things up. Alex is mine… Xyla Quest belongs to Stanley Batton.”

Holding her hands at her neck, he leaned in a kissed her hard. When he pulled away-having tasted the remnants of his own cum-he said to her, "Shall we play out that video you have linked on your computer? You must love it; your history shows you've watched it a dozen times!" Recalling where this whole fantasy thing started, Vickie said, "You mean the one on the table? Oh, God! That is so frigging hot!" He smiled at how his aunt quickly put the pieces together, but realized that she really didn't know what that video-and his fantasy- was all about.

As he clarifies, I give him a slight nod. The video concludes with Steve tucking me into bed, placing a glass of water on the bedside table, and turning off the lights. His efforts to take care of me paint a different picture than the one I initially assumed. Wait, wait! How could I fall for his evil games? Since he was recording the video, why would he engage in any wrongdoing? I’m certain it’s all his plan to make me look foolish. “Mr. Steve Grey, I’m not that easy to fall for your traps and your deceitful games.” I return his phone, glaring at him.

He asked as he popped it open. “O-one.” I breathed. He helped me lean forward and gave me the pill and water. Once my back was fully against the bed and my head on the pillow, like a candle, I went out. ~ “For the last time, I got it. Can you please allow me to focus on beating you?” I huffed, slamming my fingers on the button of the controller harder than I should, and my video game character did one epic move, slashing his character. I had a gut feeling he was trying to irritate me so I would lose the game and he would break the tie we had since noon. Not on my watch.

Only a fool would do such a thing. Hearing that, the gamer paused for a while. What if he could make that happy marriage a suspicious one? That way, the hobgoblin would willingly abandon his barbed club for a better one! “That’s it! You’re so smart, Gunter! Let me come up with the details, then give you the full plan. We can win this war without a fight after all!” Stunned, Venedict and Gunter exchanged looks while Zen borrowed paper and ink to sketch his weapon scam master plan. They were going to like this.

" _*]: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">

Gabrielle looks at him with a confused expression before she opens her swollen lips he just owned seconds ago. "You're not killing me for sure.." She smiles proudly. Vincent looks at her with a confused expression on his face. "If you can't kill me... it is most likely because you want to fuck me... you can do any." She says and his face turns red. Be it with excitement, she wasn't sure... But the next expression written on his face says otherwise. And the next thing she felt was the mattress on her back as he suddenly throws her on the huge bed of her bedroom she didn't even notice they've already reached.

He pushed her back slightly, leaving her to rest on her elbows as she watched him trace his hands up her thighs before pausing. The big blue eyes that had been staring up at him with eagerness and desire only moments ago now held a look of concern and anxiousness. "Is something wrong? Why did you stop?" she asked in a soft voice. He had a mischievous look in his eyes and Camden wondered what he was up to now. "I haven't won this yet," he murmured, gently running his fingers between her legs, the thin layer of lacy fabric the only thing standing between them. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the contact, but then realized with disappointment and annoyance that it wasn't going any furt

Her eyes scanned the room, and then she saw them—Victor and Liam, playing basketball with a group of men. Ivy's eyes scanned the room, taking in the lively atmosphere of the gaming area. She was so caught up in the excitement that she didn't notice Victor taking a step back, his eyes fixed on the court. Suddenly, she saw Max, and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't resist the urge to run towards him, her feet moving swiftly across the court. But fate had other plans. Victor, still unaware of Ivy's presence, took another step back, and Ivy collided with him, sending them both to the ground. Victor landed on top of Ivy, their faces inches apart.

Sluggishly pulling out of the thorns, my feet found themselves in front of jax's suite, the one he take girls to after games. “You don’t get to forget me.” I whispered them to the empty hallway at 2:13AM, it smelt like champagne and sweat. The intern keycard in my hand. Still active and still pretending I belonged here. I stopped at room 418, Jax’s room. That’s what the roster said. Opening the door had me breathing hard, and I didn't look around, the first thing that greeted my eyes were the papers on the bed. It was spread like a crime scene, had my plays, my film notes and contract draft I’d written for him in Melbourne two years ago.