Player 456 X Player 001 Novels & Stories

Even though no one is allowed to shift we tend to play in a half wolf half human state because we become way faster and play better. The game continues with a fierce intensity, as I leap and sprint across the field trying to take the ball from their defender. His claws and teeth flash as we battle for possession of the ball. The crowd watches in amazement and screams when I deftly dribble and pass the ball to Matty without even making sure he’s open. But of course he is open because we’ve practiced this play a few times and when the ball lands on his feet he scores a clean goal. The fans start screaming again when we do our celebratory dance which is silly and childish I can’t stop smiling.

Thinking how to make me understand what he said. I touch my head which feels spinning. My sight began to faint. Ah no. I can't fall! but ... I'm really dizzy. Oh my God, how about this? I couldn't possibly leave this man outside, so I went to the room to rest. After all he was a guest. Although I often don't understand what it is doing to me, I still have a sense of social between humans. I have to think positively, maybe this man is having a memory disorder, so he thinks of me as Shireen. Even though in fact I am Shin. I don't know who that person called Shireen is.

I really worked my ass out to get this bag and now it's going to be of no use to me. Gathering my things already scattered on the floor, I begin to stand up when I notice four pairs of legs stop right in front of me. They were all wearing Nikes but in different shades. The one on my left had green on, the one beside him had blue, the second to the last had brown on and the last one had a black on. "Aren't you done packing?" one says in a thick authoritative voice. "Chill Alec, after all, it's our arrival that caused this mess," another says in a calm tone. That voice sounds strangely familiar.

"Sure! We can get Rose and Kiara to join us later." "That makes five people, right?" Ivy counted. "No! Me, you, Rose, and Kiara make four players."

The participants will pick a small ball in the box, corresponding to the set they will be in and with a number corresponds to their opponent. Alice, Gilbert, Nikka and Lance are in Set A, and Nikka and Lance are opponent making the two to be so thrilled, can’t wait to crush each other. While Zitrey, Nathan, Yui, and Ezikiel are in Set B. Though Kieth can’t play, he was still wearing a uniform like the other participants and following Yui.

There was no fluctuations between her words, evidently showing that it wasn't the first time she was using it. She eyed the IDs scattered across the screen before typing, "JeanCarper#65" "Big Nick" "Flying Lotus" "Baby_xi." "Iyumi91" "Immortal Yuri." "Player19," she read out as she typed and watched as their IDs converged around hers. She scrolled the mouse, eyes fixated on the screen as it switched again, now showing eight avatars standing in the forest. Some held their weapons in hand but most hadn't unsheathed theirs.

Three months have passed in the game and the guild Notification board had the details of the Final 32 players qualified, The usernames of the players are :- 1. Miza 2. Reed Lady 3. Psycho 4. Pink Dolphin 5. Hellcat 6. Devil Chick 7. Bunny Baby 8. Dark Angel 9. Aoi Ayu 10. Spix Suka 11. Sun Shine 12. Vixen Muffin 13. Nest Free 14. Zero 15. Yellow Lion 16. Unique Identity 17. Ultimate Guide 18. Steel Foil 19. Slaughter 20. Sky Bully 21. Skull Crusher 22. Silver Stone

“Timothy, This is Bryce's father, Darell Collins, and these two are his brothers, Edward and Peter. Guys, this is Timothy Packard. He owns Packard Enterprises. I brought him back to talk to Bryce.” Timothy could swear she said the last pointedly. He relaxed and shook the hands of each man and endured a painful grip from each. Typical measuring stick of a man. See if you could make the other wince. He squeezed back with as much force and endured grudging looks of respect from them. Interesting that they were all back in the players area and that they’d sat in different areas for the game, although Chloe had said she’d gotten the tickets particularly for him. “Very glad to meet you, sir,” he d

I liked that about him. Coach called out the surnames of each player and their assigned jersey number before they came up to pick it up. One player, Milton Crossbow, was assigned number 45 which made everyone laugh at him. Number 45 was the number assigned to benchwarmers and, honestly, those whose skills were not even good enough for practice. I guess the only reason Max advocated for him to be on the team was cause he was cute. “Jameson…” Phoenix stepped up with huge grin on his face. I found myself smiling too before I could stop it from forming. “Number 8.”

The same phone that had connected her to a stranger with a voice too calm, too confident, too dangerous. Arielle stared at the screen like it might suddenly come alive. “What are you?” she murmured. Outside, the city was slowly waking up. Faint traffic hummed somewhere beyond her apartment building, and a pale gray light crept through the curtains. She hadn’t moved in hours. Finally, she reached for the phone. Her fingers hesitated over the screen before unlocking it. The call history stared back at her. One number. No name. No information. Just ten digits.