Chaotic Gaming Romane & Geschichten

Baturin will not squirm and pretend to be an obedient wolf. - Right. I need to know everything. How the drug works and what are the consequences of its use. The guest sat down opposite me and began to explain. The more I learned, the stronger the desire flared up in me to simply exterminate the entire top of the gray wolf clan. It became increasingly difficult to contain his wolf and the power of his alpha.

And who was the idiot who put that note in the bowl ? The game had started during the filming of the first movie in the series ... we call it 'The cheating game', everyone puts their name in a bowl and in the other bowl is different dares. Then two names are drawn and a dare ... you have to cheat your partner into doing the dare first ... it is usually something like getting drunk as a skunk, sleeping in and being late, singing loudly on set or something else silly. It is usually pretty fun and innocent, even if people tend to get really competitive at times ... but hey everyone is friends again when it is over ... it has always been just fun and games after all.

I held eye contact with him until he broke the stare and ushered me in. On getting into the hall; it was hazy and crowded. RGB lights flashed and music boomed from the speakers on the walls all around. The intense combo of indistinct chatter, cheers and music from the speakers seemed to have a repelling effect that could have knocked me off my feet. The dim lighting in the club made sure I could not recognize the faces of people in it except I get closer to them.

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

The good thing was that Chaos had never played such games, so he never suffered what was actually the horror of playing a gacha, phew! Nonetheless, this made him a bit conflicted… What should he pick and what should he not pick? It was complicated, he was not familiar with gacha games at all, in fact, he had never played a video game before, and briefly knew about their concept to a small amount due to the books or outdated newspaper he had once read sometimes, very little times, through his previous life. If he were knowledgeable with gacha games, however, he would still be conflicted. "What is this? It says that I can summon one for a higher chance of a stronger summon, while there is anot

'Screw it, it's just sugar right. She grabbed the bag and downed it all in one go. Some fell down her chin and unto her laptop and the powder shimmered once more. Trix swallowed the powder and blinked as her head began to spin. She suddenly lost consciousness and her slammed into the keyboard, writing a series of incoherent words. The bushes outside her window trembled and a pair of feline eyes peered through. *DO DRUGS AND NO UNDERAGE DRINKING. APOLOGIES TO ANY OFFENCE CAUSED WITH THE READING OF THIS CHAPTER.*

Her voice was soft but louder than before. “You’re welcome, my love.” I knelt next to the tub, “I know you have a lot of questions. To tell you the truth, I don’t know where to begin.” Taking a deep sigh, “I am a wolf shifter. We typically live in packs like Derrick’s. He is an alpha or leader. My father was one; he was betrayed by his second in command, his brother. He poisoned then challenged my father, knowing my father was weak to defend himself. That lead to his death. My mother was seven months pregnant with me at the time and was exiled out of the pack. Because of that, I don’t have a pack. Since I was raised outside of a pack and don’t have any real territory, I am less aggressive th

“I am already tired of your games, I never win. You always do what you want.” “You would like it, I promise. I also promise I want to kiss you very badly, but I promised you I wouldn’t try anything.” My throat goes dry. His commitment to his promise is surprising, but it’s not as surprising as my own thoughts. Who asked him to keep his promise? I shake my head. “What game? And how would I win?” He grins, he knows he caught me again. “I call it, Off the record.” I frown at him. “Off the record?”

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

CHAPTER 75: Club chaos The nightclub pulsed with bass, and the low thrum of music vibrated against walls gilded with neon light, making the room shake with each beat from the music. Laughter spilled from the mouths of painted, scantily clad women draped over velvet couches, their micro dresses clinging like second skins. The hot, stuffy air smelled of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. And something darker: money, sin, and power.