Follow
Chapters
Share
Spoiled By The Ruthless Esports Captain Novel Cover

Spoiled By The Ruthless Esports Captain

Kaitlynn's mother forced her to entertain Jorden, a cold, overbearing professional esports captain who she only remembered as an annoying, mud-eating brat. She despised him in real life, saving all her admiration for "Hex," the god-tier player in her favorite MMO who constantly spoiled her with thousand-dollar rare items. Trapped in Jorden's luxury car during a forced errand, Kaitlynn couldn't stand his arrogant attitude anymore. She proudly bragged about Hex, claiming her online master's mechanics were vastly superior to any so-called professional player. "He's the absolute ceiling," she declared defensively. "He's way better than you." Jorden just smirked, his dark eyes dismissing her entirely. "Sounds like a nerd living in his mom's basement." Kaitlynn was furious, ready to scream at him, until his work phone suddenly rang. Right in front of her, he casually commanded his team using an extremely rare, high-tier strategy exclusive to her game. Kaitlynn's mind completely short-circuited. Why would the captain of North America's biggest esports organization know Aethelgard's secret meta? And why did his commanding, ruthless voice suddenly sound exactly like the low, comforting chuckle that echoed in her headset every night? As Jorden's gaze dropped to the rare assassin class keychain resting on her lap, a wicked, knowing smile flashed across his face. The untouchable esports tyrant had just realized his rebellious real-life enemy was his deeply pampered in-game student, and her peaceful double life was about to end.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 2

Kaitlynn moved her mouse, her index finger trembling slightly.

She hovered the cursor over the purple Abyssal Crystal in her inventory.

The massive magic power stats popped up in a tooltip box.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, her teeth biting into her palm to stop herself from screaming.

She opened her friends list.

Hex's name sat at the top, completely grayed out.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time, the plastic keys cold against her skin.

She finally pressed down, typing out a long, rambling paragraph of gratitude.

She hit enter.

Immediately, the guild chat icon flashed violently.

The vice-guild master sent her a private message.

"Did Hex just adopt you as his personal sugar baby? That material goes for at least a grand on the black market."

Blood rushed to Kaitlynn's cheeks, making her skin burn.

She slammed her fingers onto the keys, typing furiously.

"We are just master and student! It's pure!"

The vice-guild master replied with a laughing emoji.

"Nobody gives away a thousand dollars for pure reasons, Aetheria."

The words hit Kaitlynn's chest like a physical weight.

Her heart started to hammer against her ribs, the rhythm fast and erratic.

She closed the chat window and clicked on Hex's profile picture.

She wanted to find something, anything, that proved he was real.

The profile page loaded.

It was completely blank.

No linked social media, no bio, no location tags.

Kaitlynn let out a frustrated breath.

She pushed her feet against the floor, rolling her chair back.

She tilted her head back against the headrest and stared at the white ceiling.

An image formed in her mind.

She pictured Hex in a tailored suit, a Wall Street elite with sharp jawlines and cold eyes.

She shook her head, her hair rubbing against the leather chair.

No, his voice was too commanding.

Maybe he was a retired military guy, someone used to giving orders under fire.

Then, a darker thought crept in.

Maybe he was just a guy living in a basement, surrounded by empty pizza boxes, typing with greasy fingers.

She shuddered, a physical wave of goosebumps breaking out across her arms.

Regardless of what he looked like, that low chuckle echoed in her ears again.

Her stomach did a strange, tight flip.

She glanced at the digital clock on her desk.

The red numbers glared back at her: 3:00 AM.

She groaned, her throat dry.

She reached forward, closed the game client, and yanked the headset cord out of the USB port.

She pushed herself up from the chair.

Her joints popped as she stretched her arms over her head.

She walked over to the window and pulled the plastic blinds shut, blocking out the orange glow of the streetlamp.

She crawled into her bed, pulling the heavy comforter up to her chin.

She closed her eyes, but the image of the Treant falling kept flashing behind her eyelids.

She rolled onto her side.

She reached under her pillow, her fingers finding the cold metal of her phone.

She unlocked the screen and opened Twitter.

She tapped the trending tab.

Right at the top, the number one trend was "AethelgardWhisperingForest".

She clicked the hashtag.

Thousands of tweets were pouring in, linking to clips of Hex's final dodge and dagger throw.

A hot wave of pride swelled in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She double-tapped a tweet calling Hex the only god of the server.

She pressed the power button, plunging the room into darkness.

She shoved the phone back under her pillow and forced her eyes shut.

Sleep pulled her under slowly.

In her dream, she was standing in the Whispering Forest.

A tall, broad-shouldered shadow stood in front of her, blocking the toxic sludge.

The shadow turned around and reached a hand out toward her.

His face was covered in a thick, gray fog.

Kaitlynn strained her eyes, stepping forward, desperate to see his features.

A loud, sharp banging noise shattered the fog.

Kaitlynn groaned, grabbing her pillow and smashing it over her ears.

The banging didn't stop.

"Kaitlynn! It's almost noon!"

Her mother's voice, muffled but angry, pierced through the bedroom door.

Kaitlynn's eyes snapped open.

She sat up violently, her heart racing from the sudden wake-up.

She dragged her hands through her tangled hair, the reality of the morning crashing down on her.

You may also like

Blind Box Bride Escaped and He Lost It Novel Cover
7.6
The business world's reigning emperor, Ian Wade, was a lunatic. He locked a hundred women inside a villa and treated them like blind-box prizes. Pulling one at random, he would marry whoever he drew. Everyone thought getting picked was luck. Only I knew it was a curse. In my last life, I was the one whose name came up. After being reborn, I planned to destroy the magnetic strip on the blind box and dodge that twisted fate altogether. But by some cruel twist of chance, I still ended up being the "lucky" one. On the wedding day, history repeated itself. Ian took a phone call, panic flashing across his face as he tore off his boutonniere. "Jemma doesn't want to marry. She's threatening suicide. I have to go get her," he said. The man who was supposed to marry Jemma Lane-Leland Riley, the Crownport's golden heir, stormed in, radiating icy fury. He didn't chase after the runaway bride. Instead, he walked straight up to me and looked me over from head to toe. "Ian ran off with my wife," Leland said, grabbing my chin. "His debt becomes yours. You marry me. Fair enough, right?"
Bound By Blood, Torn By Desire Novel Cover
9.2
In the ancient kingdom of Eryndor, beauty is power - and love is the deadliest weapon of all. Selene Valaris, the crowned queen, rules with grace and cunning, hiding the forbidden affair that could destroy her reign. Her sister, Lyra, born in her shadow, hungers for both the throne and the man who has captured Selene's heart. When the enigmatic Lord Kael Draven arrives at court, his silver tongue and dark allure twist their fates together. Secrets unravel, loyalties break, and the line between love and betrayal blurs until blood and desire become one. As passion ignites and kingdoms tremble, the sisters must decide: will they destroy each other for love, or rise together to burn the world that seeks to control them?
Every Vow But One Novel Cover
9.1
Leo Vance builds things that last. Bridges. Buildings. A quiet, unspoken life with the woman he loves. What he has never been able to build is the courage to name what they are. On the morning of his wedding to botanical illustrator Elara Ashford, Leo stands in a chapel in a suit he cannot bring himself to fully button, and realizes something that stops him cold - he has already been married to her. Not in any courtroom or ceremony, but in every moment that actually counted. The night she held his hand at his mother's funeral and said nothing, because nothing was the right thing to say. The years they ate ramen so he could chase a dream she believed in before he did. The night she stood in the doorway during their worst fight and looked him in the eye and refused to let him run. He has said I do a thousand times in a thousand unspoken ways. So why does saying it out loud feel like the beginning of the end? What Leo doesn't know is that Elara has been sitting with her own impossible question for three weeks - ever since she found a note in his jacket pocket that made her wonder whether the man she is about to marry proposed because he chose her, or because someone told him he was about to lose her. What neither of them knows is that the woman he was secretly engaged to four years ago just walked into the venue. His best man is in love with his bride. His estranged father is standing outside in a rented suit, unable to go in. And the wedding videographer has been filming everything - with two cameras. By the time the officiant asks who gives this woman, nothing about this wedding will have gone according to the blueprint. But then again, the most important things Leo has ever built never did. Every Vow But One is a lux serialized romance about the terrifying distance between loving someone completely and choosing them on purpose and what it can cost when you finally close the gap.
Fated to One, Chosen by the Other  Novel Cover
7.4
Publicly rejected by her Alpha heir and shunned by her pack, Adanna is the Omega who can't shift-a wolf trapped in a human body, believing herself cursed. Leander is the exiled twin, a dominant Alpha framed for treason by his own brother. When their paths collide in London's shadowy streets, a dangerous alliance forms. He sees the devastating power buried within her. She ignites a protective fury in him. As Leander helps Adanna unlock her rare gift for shadow and stealth, a fierce attraction burns between them, fueling their shared thirst for vengeance. To overthrow a corrupt Alpha, they must confront brutal betrayals and unite a fractured pack in a final battle that will shake the city's ancient foundations-and force them to choose between revenge and the new future they've forged together.
Fated to the Dangerous and Possessive Lycan King Novel Cover
9.2
After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot. In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts. He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago. To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world. "A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust. Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone. I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead. But I was wrong about him being powerless. One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura. He wasn't crippled at all. The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life.
Fifty Dollar Bet, Million Dollar Revenge Novel Cover
8.0
For fifty dollars, I sold a piece of my dignity to the school's golden boy. I was eighteen, starving, and desperate enough to take his bet. That single photo destroyed my life. I became "Fifty-Dollar Ella," the school slut, haunted by whispers and scorn. My stepmother and stepsister reveled in my public humiliation, ensuring my life was a living hell. I spent the next decade clawing my way to the top of Wall Street, but I died alone, filled with the bitter regret of a stolen youth. Until the end, I never understood why they all hated me so much. Then, I opened my eyes. I was eighteen again, back in that classroom, moments before the bet that ruined me. A shadow fell over my desk. It was him. "Meet me after school," Javier Mack whispered, a smug look on his face. But this time, the scared, hungry girl was gone. In her place was a shark. And I was ready to play.