Player X Veteran Novels & Stories

, he asked trying to conceal the huskiness in his hoarse displeased voice. Cynthia shook her head," you're a player, you shouldn't think about those things". On hearing her words, Jeffery, again, for the first time, didn't feel the usual pride he felt when someone refered to him as a player. For Cynthia it was like since he was a player, then she could play along. He gritted his teeth, this woman had never given him face. Cynthia watched his angry face and felt satisfaction welling up, "if you're that mad I can go back". She said,

Anna teases me and I laugh. "You know it's not like that. I'm just confused. On one hand there's Tyler who keeps giving me mixed signals. I don't even know where I stand with him at this point and then there's Jace who's asking me to be his girlfriend" I groan. "I think you should just be patient with Tyler,who knows he might feel the same way for you" Anna tells me while Tiffany advises me to move on and stop wasting my time hoping on Tyler. "You know one thing about Players? They never ever change no matter how hard you try. There's this saying. What is it again?" She puts her finger on her jaw as if thinking about something,"Yeah,once a player,always a player" she finishes.

She is beautiful but doesn't come anywhere close to my Alice. "Can I buy you a drink?" I lift an eyebrow. I've never had a woman ask to buy me a drink before, but I guess there is a first for everything. "No, I'm skipping out on the alcohol," I say. I know the others are drinking tonight. Our next game isn't until next weekend, but I'm trying to keep to a strict routine. I want healthy fats; all I ever eat is chicken, protein shakes, and creatine. The woman's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Ah, trying to keep yourself in shape? You're a hockey player, right? You're so big!"

I said as I start getting my fresh shirt from the walk-in closet. "Man...you work too hard. Being an athlete is hard work. I don't get why you're not retiring already? You got your houses and modeling thing already. Why are you so money hungry bro?" He was asking while he types on his phone, confirming our meet with the rest of the guys. "I happen to like my job brother. Come we better get going, and get Sam to drive us I'm not risking an accident so close to my championship date." It was half an hour later when we finally arrived at Players. Our buddy Jack is the bartender there, so it's a given.

"The game is on Friday but you look wounded, I can only pray you to get better before then else I fear you might not be able to play as you know health comes first." He finished off with one of his best fake smiles, nodding his head a few times. Dylan's teammates continued to glare. A blind person could easily note the double meaning of each of those words. My mind drifted slowly to his earlier words utter with nothing but confidence, it was practically oozing off his skin. The fall was no accident. He played dirty. He did it for revenge. It worked because, in this current condition, there's no way Dylan can play. Without Dylan, everyone knows their chances of losing drops by over 50%, maybe

She asked in shock but my grandpa just nodded. "You know my grandpa?" I asked in confusing and the both just nodded at me. "He's a taxi driver. He drove me home the night I came from my dad's house." She explained and I just nodded. So... the old man has been keeping an eye on me. Our glances met as he started talking to Psyche. What game are you playing, grandpa?

I replied honestly. “No offense but he is a player. And you are a really sweet person. You always stick up for your friends. I have even seen you sticking up for total strangers when they need help. Why do you and-” Gavin spoke up but I cut him off. “Xander and I go long back. We are not just some people who met a year or two ago. He knows me and I know him. He is like family to me at this point. We have known each other our whole lives. People might just see him as a player but I know the real him.” I informed Gavin, feeling slightly angry with how he was talking about Xander.

" At the end of the match, all the announcers are waiting for the captain of the team, Helder Xerxes. Helder Xerxes, very calmly and proudly in his eyes, comes to the announcers. Dozens of questions are asked without waiting and with curiosity. Helder Xerxes, on the other hand, thanks to the members of the press for coming first and starts to speak. "Considering my age, the only thing I have won in my life was the World Cup. We worked so hard for him, but unfortunately, we failed, all I can say for this is very sorry. I am finishing my football career here and retiring. Thank you to my fans and the whole football community ..."

Chapter Eight: Invitations and intentions The living room glowed with the sharp flicker of a PS5 screen, the sound of digital cleats pounding turf filling the Savage residence. Xander leaned forward on the couch, jaw tight, thumbs moving with aggressive precision on the controller. Wendy sprawled beside him, legs tucked beneath her, eyes glued to the match but her mouth moving nonstop. “I still can’t believe him,” she snapped, crashing her virtual player into Xander’s. “Just swooping in like some hero. Carrying her like she’s some damsel in distress.”

Grisha paused and said, "Next time, see if you can convince him to record your battles. What's username again?" "Yeah... I'll try," Alia nodded. "He calls himself 'Damaged Hercules'!" "Hmm... I too am curious about this hidden veteran."