Video Game Quotes Novels & Stories

“A nerd who played basketball what a contradiction you are” “What were you like in high school? Hot chick teenage boys painting after?” “I wish. I was actually kinda quiet” “You quiet? You’re in danger of getting nominated for friendliest staff twice in a row” “That’s because I’m under the boss and they don’t want to get on my side” and I immediately thought about what I just said. The look on his face said he caught it. “Oh look at that” I pointed at the screen “Seems the game is over”

the amusement clear in his voice “You missed the opportunity to watch it live” I closed my eyes picturing how magnificent she looked under the spotlight “I heard of Amelia’s ‘allergic’ reaction,” he said putting air quotes around the word ‘allergic’ with his free hand while the other held his game pad “What's with the airquotes?” I asked “I'm just saying” he laughed “Are you trying to say it wasn’t real? I don't understand you” I said “You know what I am talking about” he took a glance from the screen wiggling his eyebrows at me

"Technically, you're in a near-death state. You only get your life back if you clear the game." "What if your Anxiety Level hits zero?" I asked. "Do you get a special reward? Like, God Mode?" The group fell into a strange silence. Then, they burst into laughter. "Hahaha! God Mode?" Marcus was laughing so hard he was crying. "Sweetheart, you think this is a video game?" "Anxiety at zero? Impossible," the guy in glasses scoffed. "Unless you're a robot or something." Ethan was frowning at me. "Ava, your player profile—"

DAVE'S POV "Come on, what the fuck is going on?" I said dropping my controller on the tiled floor of my room. "Why do I keep losing?" "What's wrong? Have you lost your legendary gift after going to London?" Nixon mocked. Back when Daniel, Nixon, and I used to play video games together, I would call myself the legendary player whenever I beat both of them which was why Nixon was feeling over the top and mocking me because he beat me three times in a row.

Confusion riddled my tone. "That means he doesn't remember any of it because those were the memories he exchanged for his tongue," Quade quipped with a tight smile. "Oh..." "He was good at it," Quade whispered but it was still loud enough for Victor to hear, "and his old habits die hard." "I see that," I giggled—which surprisingly wasn't difficult to do. Quade playfully nudged his shoulder into mine with a devious grin, "You've never been safer." "Yeah, he's my real-life hero."

And she's back. She's not the type of person who sits and sulks. " So what d'you wanna do?" I asked her. " Video games" she said, I smirked "Are you sure?" I asked knowing I would beat her. She rolled her eyes " Yes" I grinned "okay if you say so but don't start crying when I beat your sorry ass" I warned her. "It's your ass that'll be beaten" she said "Sure" I said in disbelief.

[Tatiana’s POV] “Get it!” I yell, pointing at the zombie on the screen in front of us. “What are you doing?” “I’m trying,” Knight huffs, pointing his weapon at the screen and pulling the trigger. Biting back the giggle that wants to escape, I watch as his shot zooms past the zombie's head. “Dammit,” he growls as the creature attacks and Game Over appears on the screen. “This thing must be defective.”

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.

And though he would never admit it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve her. James Valquez leaned back against the oversized leather couch in his penthouse living room, his fingers gripping the controller as he stared at the television screen. The high-definition graphics of the football video game flickered across the screen, immersing him in a world where precision, strategy, and control reigned supreme—attributes he prided himself on. He pressed a series of buttons with the same calculated efficiency he applied in business deals, guiding his virtual team to yet another victory.

Some of them are playing video game, him included, while the rest are either chatting with each other or playing with their phone. "Okay guys," Lara, his cousin, is currently going around the room bothering everyone, with her phone camera pointing towards her target, recording every bit of her mischievousness. She's now questioning the video-gamers. "Luc, you first. Tell me something funny when you order at McDonald's." He suddenly turns to me, "That's not what I ordered." The guys burst into laughter upon hearing the stupid statement he made. Oh yeah? That's how you’re gonna play? Do you really have to look at me when you said that? Make people think it's me you're referring to? Asshole.