Novel Ready Player One Novels & Stories

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

"Lady, we're almost here. Be ready," I'm really nervous, but there's no turning back! I'll going to see it with myself. Tribe of Picaresque, I'm on my way. So be ready. Scratched that, I myself, need to be ready. *** ©Skies Ambrielle

It was a beautiful sound. Evan draped himself over the Mayor office chair the picture of debauched nobility waiting to be entertained. His eyes dropped to the sharp letter opener laying harmlessly atop a stack of unread correspondence before gesturing for Melanie to come forward and pick it up. The poor girl stopped breathing the second their eyes met, she trembled as she came forward knees knocking together at the force of her shaking.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

"I'll be ready." End of Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

“So, you're friends with Charlotte Gray, and dating Sebastian Fabian?" I was leaning on the kitchen counter as I ate my apple, scrolling through social media as Eros walked into the kitchen with his duffle bag still hanging on his shoulder. “Thanks for taking the hint and not saying anything about our set-up.” I said, taking another bite before looking at him. His hair was wet and tousled, perfectly framing his chiseled face, and the feeling from earlier in the parking lot resurfaced again. He dropped his bag on the counter and made his way towards the fridge.

' The reply came instantly. "Tomorrow night, 10 p.m. Triumph Hotel, Room 701." That time… Just yesterday, I told her about a new food street nearby. Discounts started at ten. Business would be good. They picked that exact time. If I had not seen the messages… I would have been out working, completely unaware. I shut the laptop. My stomach turned. Footsteps came from the door. She was back. She leaned into me, soft and sweet. "Jake Reynolds, do you like my new nails?"

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

"Good God Clara, it's freaking six in the morning, what are you an alien mom? seriously...don't you have family to feed and dogs to walk?" "Done, done and just finish emailing your booking schedule for next month! anddd... send! Oh...you have a pre qualification round next week just as formalities. You're good on that round but I put you in just to get the ball rolling with the new ad that's going to launch. Oh...they were excited with your last night outing with Melinda, it's all over the internet and you're actually trending ...an old surfer guy above thirty who knew." She laughed on the other line, while I get my ass off the bed and walked to the kitchen. I almost tripped on the stairs, o

My designs were fresh and alive, quickly winning the elite markets. Successful launches and killer sales reports solidified my spot and reputation. Only height brought true freedom. The old me traded three years of grit for a ticket out of hell. The new me chased dreams with talent and hustle in the vast world. The End