Sans Player Novels & Stories

So Silvia showed Claudia the video from the Miller ranch, and the blog Jim had designed for them to share their stuff. “Why don’t just have a F******k private group?” asked Paola from the kitchen, while Claudia gaped at the pictures. “Jay hates any social network related in any way to Mark Zuckerberg,” Silvia replied. “He even calls him Suckerborg! And he swears he’ll never give him access to his phone and personal information.” Paola came back to the table and nodded to Claudia, chuckling. Their friend was still gawking at the one photo of Silvia and Jim together.

His presence was belittling, the smirk on his lips a clear sign of mockery. "I... I just... I need to play for this team. Please, I... I need the money, please." Tears stung my eyes as I choked, feeling more embarrassed about how much of my skin was exposed. "What? Are you crying? Awwn... Did I make you cry, pretty boy?" he pouted, trying to mimic my voice, and I gulped, a tear falling down. Why did he have to be a jerk? "Please... don't tell anyone," I shuddered as I shivered, the room's chilled air still on my skin.

On the other hand, i never had the chance to test my alcohol limit but i bet I won't be as strong as any of them, judging by my weak ability to even heal myself from a paper-cut. Naya sat me on the couch. I finally scan the room and there were 4 people that I assume are all Quill’s warriors. “Were you shocked earlier, Luna?” A guy with such a young age asked. I wonder how old he is. He looks too young to become a Quill’s warrior. “Uhm,” damn my social anxiety. “Well..” “Introduce yourself first Ben. Where the hell is your manner?” Naya jokingly scolded. “Yep, this is Ben, he is my brother.”

His eyes were red when he looked at me, bleeding out in the driver's seat. "Bella's obedient. Sensible. I should've married her from the start. Not you." Tears blurred my vision. I closed my eyes—and that was it. Then I opened them again. Second chance. I stared at the woman in the mirror—young, alive. Drew a breath. Picked up my phone. Deleted Marco's number. This time, I don't want him. And I sure as hell won't be some suffocating Don's wife. I'll be me. Free. Radiant. Alive. Lara Leone.

That unamused look on his face sent a chill down my spine. Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “Oh yes, I had so much fun.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “It felt… freeing.” I met his gaze defiantly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had that kind of fun. With real people. With humans.” I let the words sink in. “People who actually have emotions,” I added, tilting my head. “Now, if you’d please leave, unless you plan to take advantage of me like you did the other day?”

his eyes filled with ferocious stare as he fixed them on the man crying out in pain. He dares to try to hurt Fiona Johnson, he would pay for it. He had crossed every boundary and gone beyond every limit a man could go by letting that ugly scene be rehearsed in his head. “Please Mr Lan Keith. Please spare me, I'll die and my kids will be without a father. Please I'm sorry, forgive me by allowing myself to be used against your secretary…” Scorpion was pleading. He raised his hands and tried to bring them together in a clasp, but he couldn't do it. He was sobbing. His reddened facial complexion and bloody mouth were expressing pleas.

Now, it was all I had. I stumbled back to my hut, a mess. The Captain of the Guard, the one who collected the "Moon Energy Tax," was waiting at the door. As a member of the Howling Moon Pack, everyone had to pay this tax monthly to keep up the pack's wards and daily operations. The Luna was supposed to be exempt, but I was already seen as an outcast. "Selena, you're two months behind on your 'Moon Energy Tax.' If you don't pay up, you'll be kicked out of the pack."

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.

he gave me a glance before returning to his serving. "Fuck," I cursed. "Look, Man, girls hit on men and men on girls. It's not my job to ask who they are or why they want to see underneath your pants. So if you lost your shot, your loss man." My loss indeed. I sank back to the chair, it was the only thing I could do now, sit, think, and wait for it all to play out. The drink was supposed to be my escape, it was supposed to be a way to stop me from thinking but instead, I'm thinking more. I let the incidents play out in my head, first, the ones I could remember.

Fourth load stripes across my tits and neck. I collapse onto the couch, legs splayed, chest heaving, cum cooling on every inch of skin. Mr. Kowalski blinks, looks around confused, pulls up his pants, and mutters something about fixing the elevator before waddling away like he just woke up. My phone chimes one final time. Test phase complete ♡ $4,000 + $500 bonus deposited Total earned today: $10,500 Thank you for participating. App uninstalling in 3… 2… 1…