Gacha Table Green Screen Novels & Stories

On the night before I'm set to officially marry Shawn Ford, he keeps losing to his godsister, Tiffany Lynch, at the poker table on purpose. "We're just playing for fun. Aren't we a family? Everyone here knows that Tiffany and I are as thick as thieves since young." Tiffany plays with a poker card absent-mindedly. "Surely you don't mind, right? Shawn told me that if I were to win this round, he'd give me the funds meant to renovate your marital home so that I can buy myself some bags." The other players begin to cheer on Tiffany at that moment. "Hell yeah! Tiffany is really lucky when it comes to poker! Joanna, there's no use saving that meager salary of yours. Why don't you just bet everything on the table to spice things up?" I don't bother speaking afterward. All I do is pull out a chair and sit across from Shawn. Then, I dig out a property deed from my bag. "You wanted to spice things up, right? I just bought this property at full price. Do you have the guts to put everything you have on the stake?"

"Wha-what are you doing?" I stutter my voice coming out as a breathless whisper. He breathes out. His breath fanning across my face, it smells of peppermint with a hint of orange. I shiver at the feeling. Sending a sensation that's equally as phenomenal as it is terrifying down my body. He leans in just a little closer so that our noses are almost touching. I stare up into his eyes, unsure of what to do. I feel frozen in place, like I can't move, like maybe I don't want to. "Time to seal it with a kiss" he suggests with a smirk. ***************************** In a world where memories can be erased and darkness lurks in every corner, Zephyrine life is about to take a terrifying turn. After a mysterious incident leaves her with no recollection of the past three months, Zephyrine awakens in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by strangers. Confusion and fear grip her as she struggles to piece together the fragments of her lost memories. The only constant is Xylus, the boy with electric green eyes, who seems to know more about her than she does. As Zephyrine delves deeper into her forgotten past, she uncovers a chilling conspiracy that threatens her very existence. With a psychotic killer on the loose and her own supernatural abilities awakening, she must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with betrayal and deception. Time is running out. As the shadows close in and the truth becomes more elusive, Zephyrine must confront her fears and decide who she can trust. Will she reclaim her memories before it's too late, or will the darkness consume her forever?

During the company’s celebration party, Zenia Andrews, my girlfriend, declared in front of everyone that she was going to get married. Everyone turned to look at me with teasing smiles. “Not bad, Felix; you’re finally tying the knot with Zenia.” However, their smiles stiffened the very next second, because Zenia announced that she was not marrying me, but her assistant. I showed no sign of anger or sadness. I just dug out a wad of cash and threw it in her face. “Get someone else to be his bridegroom. Here’s five hundred dollars. Split it evenly between you two.” Zenia ran over and said airily to me, “Don’t get jealous so easily! I already told you that we’re just going through the motions. He’s a foreigner and wants to get a green card. The easiest way for him to do so is by marrying me. The moment he gets it, we’ll get divorced. Then, I’ll marry you right away, okay? He even prepared a wedding gift for you to repay you!” I just smiled as I listened to her. When she saw that I was not behaving strangely, she nodded in relief and returned to the banquet hall. She trampled all over my love like it was worth nothing. How could I possibly let her trample all over it again? My next reaction was to call our rival company. “We’ll do as we promised last time. I’ll bring all the core patents when I join you.”

Although I was the second child in the family, my mother loved me the most. When Dad bought my sister a new dress, she stayed up late knitting a sweater for me. When Grandma took my younger brother out for burgers, she baked me a homemade sponge cake. Until the New Year’s Eve dinner. Dad placed the big chicken drumstick onto my sister’s plate. Grandma immediately stuffed the other one into my brother’s. My mother hurriedly picked the chicken wing from her plate and placed it onto mine, smiling as she said, “I saved this especially for you.” The relatives laughed and teased, “Your family really has a clear division of love. Everyone spoils a different child. What a loving family.” The next second, I suddenly flipped the table. Under everyone’s stunned gaze, I grabbed that chicken wing and shoved it straight into my mother’s mouth.

The supplementary card I've issued for my grandmother shows that an eight-thousand-dollar purchase has taken place in another city. But the transaction records show that the money is used on hymenoplasty. I'm shell-shocked, to say the least. Grandma is 84 years old this year. She's been bedridden and paralyzed for years. Why would she even get hymenoplasty done on her, to begin with? But when my investigation leads me to a plastic surgery hospital, I find out that my wife, Stella Watson, is actually the lead doctor of said clinic. So, I call her to demand answers from her. However, Stella refuses to answer my questions properly. "Don't worry, honey. Something's most likely wrong with the system. Betsy is already this old—why would she have her hymen repaired?" That's just a bullshit answer coming from her. She seriously thinks I'm gullible enough to believe her. I merely huff coldly in return before calling my dad, who works in the Department of Commerce. "Dad, Stella is most likely cheating on me. I want her plastic surgery hospital as compensation for my impending divorce!"

My name is Elena Valesi Moretti. I'm a Brooklyn mob bride, a pawn in everyone's game. My father Enzo traded me for an alliance. My sister Isabella played the saint while secretly selling our baby sister Sofia to the Bianchi family behind closed doors. And my husband, Dante Moretti—the man with winter in his eyes who whispered “Try to run, I’ll break your legs” on our wedding day—he married me because when I was fifteen years old, I once pointed a gun at him inside a burning building. The only rule in this marriage was simple: stay out of his way. I spent three years breaking it. I sat in on council meetings and memorized every traitor's secret. I stood and watched a man's finger be severed to teach my own brother the price of betrayal. I turned myself into a blade. Then I uncovered the truth—Dante knew everything from the start. He knew my father had planted a mole inside his inner circle. He knew my sister was a trafficker's broker. He knew the woman he married was meant to be disposable from the very beginning. But there's one thing he never accounted for. He didn't marry a lamb. He married a wolf who learned how to draw blood. Now someone is trying to sell my little sister, and I have six weeks to stop it. I'm going to beat this man at every game he ever taught me.

The moment I was born, I took her life. They called me a murderer. Marcus used to burn me with cigarette butts, and Dad would say it was my fate. “You’re a curse. If you had any conscience, you’d have gone to join Mom a long time ago to repay what you owe.” When Marcus was diagnosed with kidney failure, that same cold, distant father knelt in front of me. “Please… save him…” I put my hand on Dad’s shoulder. “Dad, I’ll do the surgery. But can you promise me one thing?” Dad performed the surgery himself. It was a success. He saved the son he loved most and took the life of the daughter he hated. But after I died, Dad turned himself in to the police, and Marcus lost his mind.

Summary: When The Tables Turn Amelia Hart has always believed she knew who she was — grounded, careful, loved. She's been with Colton for years, a relationship that started young and bloomed into the kind of comfort most people envy. But comfort can be deceiving. When Amelia leaves high school behind and follows her friends to a campus college in town, everything familiar starts to shift — especially when it comes to Micah Rivera. Micah was always part of the group, quiet but magnetic in a way that drew people without trying. He'd admired Amelia from afar, since she first stepped foot at Northridge high — harmlessly, quietly, always just on the edge of being noticed. But the harmlessness fades when his attention begins to linger too long, his compliments too pointed, his gaze too knowing. And then one day, he stops. The sudden absence sends Amelia spiraling, confused if the attention Micah ever gave her was real or was it an illusion in Amelia's head. "When The Tables Turn" is a psychological slow-burn romance that unravels the dangers of desire, the hunger for attention, and the haunting truth of what happens when being seen becomes an addiction. Following

This is the story of how Luna and Eric are brought together through a forgotten birthday, dirty family secrets, and a beautiful forest full of evergreen trees.

Veille’s stunning looks and dark sensuality are apparent to everyone, even from a young age. Born into an aristocratic estate alongside many other children, Veille has very little understanding of his parentage – or even of his purpose – within this opulent place, and all of its seedy clientele… That is, until the dark intentions behind his upbringing are revealed to him as he grows older, and there is little that he, or anyone else, can do to fight against it. Veille’s fortunes change upon his 18th birthday, however, when he takes advantage of a miraculous opportunity to escape from a dreadful fate, along with his two closest friends: a beauty of a woman who is several years beyond him, and a secretive but kind young man closer to his own age. Fleeing from the possessive and vengeful Madam Dro, the owner of the Estate, Veille and his friends must first learn to survive in a world that is totally unfamiliar to them… But soon the three become embroiled in a conflict the stakes of which are higher than even the ancestral Witches of Pulla’ul can fully understand. And Veille – thanks to his strange affinity with the Fae through an experience known only to a few – may just hold the key to undoing an unspeakable evil that is about to be unleashed upon the world. Enter the Greenling.