Stay True

by C B Jean

  Stay True

  A Gaming Girl Series: Book 1

  C.B. Jean

  Copyright © 2020 C.B. Jean

  All rights reserved

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

  ISBN-13: 9781234567890

  ISBN-10: 1477123456

  Cover design by: Art Painter

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

  Printed in the United States of America

  To my first and biggest fans, the ones who helped me reach for my goals in all you do. Without you, this wouldn't be posssible.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgement

  About The Author

  Foreword

  When loner and infamous video game streamer Remi gets stuck inside a brand new game called Horizion along with three insanely gorgeous men, she finds out there is more then just the game she has to escape from.

  When the one who hurt her in her past is doing everything to hunt and steal her away, her new protectors aka ex-military hotties find themselves falling for her hard and willing to protect her from her past at all costs.

  As she learns to overcome her fears and opens up to these protetive men, she finds herself wanting things she has never had before.

  Will Remi be able to overcome her hardships and trauma and find herself worthy to love again, or will it threaten to destory her and everything she loves?

  18+ Reverse Harem. This book contains foul launguage, abusive events, and sexual scenes.

  Chapter 1

  REMI

  Almost there. Almost.

  Only a couple more soldiers to kill before I reach the final boss. I swing my sword high over my head as I come down on a soldier’s head slicing it off from his body. The back swing connects with the torso of another coming from behind me and he goes down from the hole in his chest. Covered In blood, I keep fighting, ducking and dodging the enemy attacks.

  One comes running straight for me with his sword raised with a yell and I kicked him hard in his chest making him stumble back. I spin in a circle, my sword out and I watch as his head falls to the ground, a look of surprise on his face and with a thump his body slumped to the floor dead.

  Last one.

  I charge the solider and with a mighty leap in the air I land on his chest with my sword bedded into it, knocking him on to his back and finishing him before he ever hits the ground.

  I pull out my sword from the dead man, kneeling over his body breathing heavy and wipe the blood clean on his stained uniform. I sheath it carefully behind my back into the scabbard.

  Taking a moment to catch my breath on one knee, I look around at my surroundings. I was on a long castle bridge leading off from a cliff over the sea. It was being held up by white giant stone pillars that sunk into the sea. The sea and weather threatening to bring it down and me with it, every wave slamming into them. The last obstacle before I reached the main gates of the castle. Once inside I only had to confront the king to kill him and I would win.

  Throwing my white hair off my shoulder and out of my face, I counted stock of my inventory. I had one last heath potion I would need to save for my final battle. I had used the rest on the way to get here. I was running low.

  “Flip” I muttered in weariness.

  I would not give up, nothing can stop me now from finishing my quest. I am so close.

  I had never made it this far before, I have no idea what is waiting ahead for me.

  Better get this over with.

  Taking one last chance to look myself over for any pressing injuries, my leather pants were shredded and covered in blood, not any of it mine thankfully. My armored vest was still in good shape, holding everything inside. My boots were a little worse for wear. Remind me to upgrade those at the next town as soon as I can.

  As Good as it can get, I guess

  Looking forward at the castle, it seemed to appear floating on the misty island surrounding the dark waters of the churning sea. If I fell over into the waters below, I would surely die either from the impact or what was lurking below it as they would drag me deep into the depths.

  The wind whipped my hair across my face as I stood up and started walking towards the giant iron gate.

  I’ve spent weeks, countless hours to get here and now that I’m almost done, a sigh of relief slips from my lips. And a groan of dread.

  “I can do this, I can do this.”

  I hope

  I can hear my heartbeat inside my skull, pulsing through me as I walk through the gate. I meet no more resistance, a feeling of easiness washes over me. It seems almost too easy. I walk into the courtyard, a hand on my waist preparing to grab my dagger if any more surprises show up. I admit, I wasn’t expecting those soldiers to ambush me, they won’t have a chance to do it again. A long cobblestone pathway led to the doors of the castle. On either side of me was once green hedges. Now dead and rotting. Everything was dead and wilted, just like the castle itsself. Only the king resided here. Good for me.

  As I neared the steps leading to the castle door the courtyard opened up into a bigger area of gardens and fountains, deserted and empty of course. This place could have once held real beauty and lively people.

  Stopping at the bottom step I looked up to see the royal crest hanging sideways from its broken hooks above the door. It showed a red griffin against a black background. It had yellow flames coming from its mouth and some wording underneath its feet. It was unreadable, words from either a forgotten language or too worn out to read. The crest of the royal family. Forgotten.

  The king would pay for his crimes against his people. He burned and pillaged villages, murdering and raping, his vast army ruthless and cutting down anyone who dared oppose “the rightful king”. What a load of crap. He was only king because he killed all others including his brother, his own family to gain power. I was smart enough to know better then to meet his army head on. I had to be sneaky and kill the threat directly, stopping it at the source. I have prepared for this carefully these last weeks to end his pitiful life. I wasn’t one to get involved in wars, what only mattered was the size of the coin pouch I was offered, and many more riches promised.

  Either way I didn’t care, I was going to end this soon.

  I trudged up the worn steps, anticipation growing from every step.

  You could say I was almost giddy, I just hoped I wouldn’t die and was able to outsmart the mad man. Stopping in front of the giant castle doors, I took a deep breath to center myself.

  “Let’s kick some royal ass.”

  I reached my hand out towards the giant door.

  Before I even touched it, my vision went black
, plunging me into darkness and I screamed.

  Chapter 2

  REMI

  “FLIP! Are you FREAKING kidding me?!” I tore my head set off and threw it onto the ground in a state of rage. I had stayed up for freaking five hours past midnight to finish this game off today, not unusual for a night owl like me. In total I have been playing for eighteen hours with no breaks. I was so unbelievably upset right now. Just my luck, as I was just about to enter the throne room to confront the evil king my freaking electricity would go out and I would lose all progress from my last save.

  “This is just great, flipping fantastic.”

  I slumped onto the couch and ran a hand down my face in defeat. I have spent so much time and energy into trying to beat this game and now I have to start over from the last checkpoint which was over an hour ago. Trust me I am a master gamer, but this still sucked I had to start over a bit. I was only just now able to find a way to the castle with minimal injury. All other attempts hadn’t ended well.

  Maybe this was divine intervention telling me to get the flip off this rage inducing game.

  It was just past 5 am, and I was planning on staying up all night anyways till the stores opened around 6 am. I have plans.

  Because at 6 this morning I’ll be going to pick up my pre ordered XR helmet and the newest, hottest game coming out ever.

  It’s called ‘Horizion.’

  An action and adventure magic filled role player game. Its only the number one trending thing talked about these days. And ill be one of the very first to pick it up.

  A decade ago, they were finally coming out with VR helmets, virtual reality, that tricked your mind into seeing a different world when you put the helmet on. The one I have currently called ‘Helius’ is way newer than the first models that first came out on older systems like PC and PlayStation, but it’s still outdated. They finally got rid of the cables years ago and so I’m able to spin and jump and do anything my body physically allowed as it tracked my real-life movements with little sensors. Sometimes I forget I wasn’t actually in the game as it has limitations, making me have the tendency to run into the wall of my house or knock over a vase or picture frame as I played in my living room. It’s nothing like the XR series though. The XR series comes from a brand-new company called Gamomatix only dedicated to the Virtual Reality Experience. It puts your mind inside the game while your body is dormant while you play. Anyone could do anything they wanted to, be anyone they wanted, no restrictions. You can feel every sensation in the game, every touch, every injury as it would send frequencies to your nerves and brain. No real damage or injury, it just tricked your mind into thinking it was. And I mean you can feel EVERY sensation possible. Wink wink. No fear for your real body moving or getting hurt, your mind is your only limit. So flipping cool. I’ve been reading everything I can about it online, but there still isn’t enough to cure my curiosity.

  I still have roughly 40 minutes to kill before I can go pick the new game up and the XR helmet. Might as well get some coffee in me and a shower. All that sword fighting and ass kicking really makes you sweat and burns major calories.

  Just like that, the power comes back on and I mentally curse myself. Really? It has to be like that?

  I walk into my kitchen and set the coffee to brew, munching on some stale chips I left on the counter. Grabbing my towel and shower necessities from my bedroom, I make my way into my bathroom. I catch myself in the mirror studying myself as I walk past it.

  My long, straight snow-white hair that reaches almost to my butt is disheveled and is in need of a dire wash and scrub. I’m shorter than most girls as well as curvier especially in my hips and breasts, probably because I eat like a football player, but I’m lean from all the gym time and intense gaming I put into my body. Still tiny though, as I get reminded constantly in public. I’ve recently decided to become stronger and wanted to gain some muscle mass and its slowly paying off.

  My petite face has dark circles and I look paler than normal from sleep deprivation, my bright ice blue eyes make it stand out more. I look like a flipping zombie or sick right now from the lack of sleep. My mom used to say I looked like her little porcelain doll, her little angel, her mini her, but I don’t see the resemblance at all. She was much more breathtaking then anyone I’ve ever known before.

  “Flip.” Thank god I don’t have a real social job or else I’d probably scare people away with the lack of makeup and the state my neglected hair is in. I’m really low maintenance in the beauty department and a nerd, so its not hard to believe I don’t make friends easily. Being around people physically also creeps me out and I panic when people touch me, so I try not to go out to trigger that.

  I’m a professional video game streamer if you can believe it. People pay me to make videos and content for them to watch. And I’ve got to say I have quite the fanbase. What really keeps my channel alive besides my great content, is that no one has ever seen what I look like. I didn’t want to end up like the other girls who sell sex and their bodies to gain followers, I wanted real followers who liked me for my content not just my body. Plus, I have a weird thing with people knowing who I was or what I looked like. Past trauma is all I’m going to say about that.

  My channel and social media has only gotten blown up only this year in viewers and subscribers. People comment all the time saying I’m fake and just some dude pretending to be a girl but its only made me more popular, I don’t show my face or body but they know what my voice sounds like, so I have a lot of supporters telling the haters to shove it. All my followers have kept me grounded this year as I’ve been getting over issues, they have been super supportive, and I wouldn’t be here were I am without them. I’m only at 875k followers, but who is keeping track for reals. One day I’ll be reaching for a million. In the gaming community I am quite a famous celebrity and have even participated in tournaments for thousands of dollars. I’m a very renowned person as everyone under 40 knows who I am, but also unknown and mysterious which is weird? I like it.

  In real life I have no real friends, no real connections. Just me and my Dad who lives across the city from me after begging him that I needed my own space. We get together every Thursday as a compromise for our brunch and it’s nice to catch up and talk to him, for real human contact. I’m kind of a loner and have a hard time getting to trust people. He wasn’t ever the same after mom passed away eleven years ago. Neither was I.

  I still don’t know what really happened, I only know it was a freak accident. We didn’t even have a body to bury. She went away one weekend for a work conference. The hotel she stayed at caught on fire when everyone was sleeping. The alarms should have gone off but for some reason they didn’t. Ninety-three people died in their sleep that night as they died from smoke inhalation then were burned in the fire before the fire department was able to put it out. There was an investigation as to why the alarms and water system didn’t kick on, some say it was only a system malfunction, others think it was purposely tampered with. The case was written off as a malfunction, no sign of foul play as the fire destroyed all, if any evidence. All I know is that I lost my mom that day, I was thirteen.

  Dad since that day as tried to keep me safe in any way possible, smothering me. These weekly brunches are a compromise I have agreed out with him. I can’t be protected forever and need my own space to grow as I’m twenty-four. He always tells me how much I look like her and it just makes him gloomier about her not being here with us. I try not to dwell on that anymore, its locked up under key and out of mind. Him and mom were the kind of people you knew they were meant to be fated souls. Only one mate for life until death shall part them. Now I’m completely Dads center of affection, but I can’t get too mad at him as he’s lonely and works basically twenty-four seven and usually overseas.

  I start the shower as hot as it can go so the bathroom fills with steam. I take a big breath as if It was my first, releasing old memories on the exhale. I strip and leave my tee-shirt and underwear in a puddle on the f
loor as I step in.

  The hot water feels fantastic, every inch of me is going to be bright red from the temperature but I don’t care. The water warms my body, seeping into my bones. I stand underneath the shower head, looking at my toes as the water rains on my head creating a curtain of wet hair around my face. I squeeze my body wash onto my luffa and start rubbing my skin everywhere with it. Around my breasts and down lower until...

  My mind chases a dirty thought of a hot, tall and dark stranger rubbing it over me instead of my own hands and I shake my head to clear it. Flip, it’s been months since my last date, and that ended with me sneaking out the restaurant bathroom window after he mentioned he worked as a self-employed clown for children’s parties including the bright, red nose and all while still living in his mother’s basement. The guy was going on thirty. I swear I’m going crazy from all the loneliness. I’ve hadn’t had much experience in that department, other then my trusty vibrator. Sure, I’ve partied in high school and ended up having sex in my teens a time or two, and I won’t even mention or think about my crazy Ex with capital E, but nothing extraordinary or meaningful. When will I meet my prince charming?

  I sigh. I think I’m destined to end up forever alone as a crazy cat lady. That’s fine by me, I happen to love cats.

  A puff of air leaves my lips as I leave my never-ending ache alone and I finish up washing my hair.

  I step out of the shower and throw my hair into a towel wrapped above my head to dry.

  Once all pampered and clean I walk out into my apartment naked. I mean why not? I keep my windows shaded and live alone in a high privacy and high security area so why not enjoy the freeing moments. Join the Revolution, free the nipp!

  I grab a cup of coffee and think about adopting a cat so I’m not so lonely and a plus so I can fit into my cat lady persona while sipping it straight black, too many processed sugars and sweeteners in creamers for me, no thanks, even if my Dad does think I’m crazy for doing that and calls me “extraterrestrial.” Sorry not sorry Pops.