War Game Flash Novels & Stories

The omega cut off as Lexus’s finger’s rammed right against it. The alpha seemed to have no intentions of teasing him at this point as he continued to hammer into Azrin’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy. The omega wailed, unable to keep his eyes open any longer and he thrusted himself backwards against the alpha’s hand in hard uncoordinated bursts. It wasn’t long before the omega was coming apart at the seams.

“What’s going to happen?” “He’ll probably be here for a few days, and then my parents will take him home and try to get him into rehab again. This is another reason why I didn’t bring him up, Quinn,” Archer says, and the emotion in his voice kills me. “This happens over and over, and this won’t be the last time.” The microwave beeps in the background. “Anyway, I looked up robot fights while I was waiting and I have to say it’s pretty fucking cool.” “It is! Careful you don’t get sucked in. You’ll start watching a fight or two here and there and then it becomes your life and you’re under-the-table funding lasers to go on your team’s robot.”

Tala said sweetly She stood up and moved closer to where Dave was standing. "And you must be Dave. Am Tala." She said sheepishly.. Geez! She was already into Dave too? Dave ignored her as he spoke. "Am in." And i heard a loud bang on my head. He moved to where the rest were seated and drag a stool which i didn't even notice and sat on it. I stood still.. I could not believe the arrogant Dave was about to play the game too.

She nodded slightly before peering deeper into the store. " There's an arcade game at that corner over there. Want to play?" " Uh... Sure. " " You have a penny?" " A few coins." We walked over to the arcade and she slotted a coin into it and soon the arcade popped to the life. It was just a regular game, nothing fancy, but she looked good at it. " You know how to play?" I asked.

I was not the first; I would likely not be the last. The only thing that came to my mind was what I also needed the kid for: access to the person at his side. He wanted the boy to be a bridge. To me. So did I. To him. My computer beeped. I rushed out of the bathroom. Didn’t bother to dry off. I stood before the screen, dripping wet, naked, as the image I had been sent opened up automatically. I leaned down; I smiled. Well done, Leon. Very well played, I reflected as I stared at the face on my screen.

They didn't need to know about him, especially now that him and I were like basically done. The guys were happy to hear I was doing better. They'd been worried about me too. So, it felt good knowing we were all on the same page again. "I found his ass in bed with Evelyn, dude," Evan said angrily as he told us what had happened between his twin sister and Finn at his house. Finn Tart, Warriors' starting quarterback. That guy was the douche of the douchebags. Nobody liked him. I was pretty sure even his own teammates only put up with him because he could play football.

his voice came out as a whisper. “Me too. She would’ve been a better alpha than me,” I murmured, letting out a chuckle as I remembered the few days before the war. Flashback. I looked into Megan’s greyish eyes as we walked in a circle, waiting for one of us to charge first. A wide smirk plastered on her lips before she threw her fist in my direction. I ducked down, then grabbed her by her waist, tackling her onto the hard floor. “You’ve been training,” she remarked.

There is no stopping that war. ******************************************

"Don't get too carried away, guys. Flashfocus is currently facing off against Blindstrike. How are you so sure your favorite, Flashfocus, will win? Too many people act cocky before the match is even over. Flashfocus fans, you better not cry when they lose." "Worry about your favorite team instead! That Blue Mushroom guy ran his mouth against the other teams but begged for mercy in the game arena! How much more humiliating can he be?" The trending search words were cheers for CalX and Flashfocus. In between, one would come across inappropriate comments, but those would soon get drowned out by other posts. People wouldn't notice those comments unless they were quick enough. Meanwhile, few peop