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Suffer Game

The Pretend Game

"I choose you" His hands come up to both sides of my face "Regardless of what you think you look like or how different you think you are. I will always choose you.. because there is no me without you" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Having been bullied all her life because of her weight, Skai Martin is frustrated, tired and in desperate need of a change. A pick me up, anything. So when the school's basketball star offers to help her get fit, she raises an eyebrow. However, she agrees. Because she'd do anything to get her best friend who she's been crushing on to see her as his type. But is she willing to go far for him to notice her? As far as being a pretend girlfriend for the school's golden boy? Nathan Hayes has everything going for him. Good grades, curly hair, Captain of his school's basketball team and heir to his father's software company... Till he's not. When his father brands him as an inconsistent, irresponsible playboy and threatens to remove him from his will, Nathan has to prove to him just how consistent and responsible he could be. To do it however, he has to pull some serious strings. So he offers a six month contract with the most shy girl he knows. Perfect to throw his father off his case. It's supposed to be just a transaction. On one hand, he helps improve her self confidence and secures his inheritance on the other. Easy peasy. What happens when he realizes he wants more than is on the table? And with just a month of their contract remaining, can he find a way to make her stay?
Lia_1665 · 1.8K Views

Game of lmmortality

Live what you want, and wish for what you desire, but don’t forget to put a limit to your wishes... for a day might come when they come true in a way you never dreamed of, and then you’ll realize how foolish you were. I was one of those few obsessed with video games, living among screens, and dreaming of being part of the digital worlds I used to drown in for hours. I didn’t want to be the noble hero who cries like a child at the first loss, or the one who carries slogans of justice while barely being able to protect himself. No, I wanted to be the villain—the one who imposes his presence, the earth shakes under his feet, and possesses a power greater than the hero of the game himself. On a cursed day, I didn’t wake up in my bed as usual, but inside one of the games I used to love obsessively. Everything was familiar, from the towering cities to the characters whose dialogues I had memorized by heart... but there was a problem, a problem I hadn’t expected—I didn’t incarnate in the body of that legendary villain I imagined, but in the body of the character I hated the most... the hero of the game, “Kyle Estoright.” Now, stuck in this role I always mocked, surrounded by the enemies I always wished to be one of, I realized a truth I had never thought about: maybe heroes have a reason that makes them fight, and maybe villains weren’t as grand as I had imagined... or maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just a “game.”
Vendra_Valiorite · 16.6K Views

No matter the suffering, I decide to keep living

"I will keep surviving... even if the world rejects my very existence." I woke up in the darkness. No warning, no clues. As my eyes adjusted to the strange light around me, I realized—this place wasn’t unfamiliar. Yes, I know this world. This… is the world of a novel I once read. A fictional world, where heroes shine and demons fall. But behind all of that lies a truth never written on any page: This world is hell. The difficulty level? Inhuman. There’s no interface. No hidden powers awakening when I’m on the brink of death. No lucky twist saving me at the last second. There is only pain—raw, relentless, and ever-present. My body is wounded, my mind shattered, my hope torn apart piece by piece… As if someone behind the scenes is savoring every second. And I know who you are. The Author. Yes, you, sitting calmly behind the screen, typing away, Watching me spiral deeper into suffering. You enjoy this, don’t you? Watching me fall. Watching me cry. Watching me break. Maybe to you, I’m just a story. Just a fictional character with no feelings. But I know I exist. And I know this pain is real. So hear me now. I will not die. At least… not yet. Because I will survive long enough—become strong enough—to flip this story on its head. I will live. Not because this world deserves to be fought for… But because I want to hurt you the way you’ve hurt me. So keep writing, Author. Because every page you write… brings me one step closer to taking back my own story.
AlzenAlrynd1 · 1.3K Views

Suffering of the Starved

Once, all he desired was to be acknowledged by his village— To hear his name spoken with pride, not pity. To be praised by his family for more than being quiet and obedient. To be distinguished amongst his siblings, to stand apart in a way that mattered. To be seen by his parents, truly seen—not as an obligation, but as a son worthy of love. Karon was a boy of small ambitions and deep wounds. He did not dream of thrones or glory, only of warmth. Of laughter at a dinner table. Of a father’s nod. Of a mother’s arms. Of belonging. But none of it came. They called his older brother a warrior, his younger sister a prodigy. Karon, they did not call at all. Now, the village is ash. His siblings lie scattered across the broken world, devoured by beasts or conscripted into distant wars. His parents, faces once so distant and unreachable, are now nothing but bones beneath a fallen roof. And Karon—Karon is alone. Not just in body, but in purpose. There is no one left to see him. No dream left to chase. No story left to shape. Once he hungered for recognition. Now, he hungers only for survival. In this world of rotting kingdoms and endless war, where monsters wear both fur and armor, Karon’s name has no meaning. No place. He scavenges ruins, sleeps in hollow trees, and counts the days by the sound of distant screams. His fingers are cracked from clawing through graves for food. His shadow grows long and sharp. His eyes reflect less of the boy he was, and more of the thing he’s becoming. He does not know where he is going. He only knows that something inside him still lives— A hunger deeper than starvation. A hollow that no meat can fill. Not anymore. Perhaps one day, they will speak of Karon again. Not as a son. Not as a brother. But as a creature that walks through the ruins, feeding on what remains of hope.
Palelord · 483 Views
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