Sans Player Novels & Stories

Anna Harper walks after Selah while her attention was fixed on her phone, her fingers were pressing the screen harder than how she usually does, probably scrolling through her social media accounts. "Will you at least focus on the road? You'd surely regret it once you stumble along the way," A hint of annoyance could be heard in Selah's voice, it was a warning but Anna just glanced at her for once and went back to what she's been browsing. "I was kinda checking out my accounts, I'm planning to delete some of my stuff here." Selah Damson has no other choice but to roll her eyes and let Anna cling to her arms as they pass through the lumps of sandy ground.

I turn away from the cloud of smoke pickering at my nose and I gulp down the glass of white wine on the bar. "Pretty girl like you shouldn't be in a place like this." A husky voice whisper into my ear. Like I have not heard that one before, I mentally roll my eyes in the back of my head. "Not interested." I wave my hand over my shoulder shooing the man not even glancing his way. The smell of his breath alone is repelling. Cigars and alcohol clouds flow from his mouth, revoltingI'd say.

"A wife is someone you keep at home, someone steady and low-maintenance. But for something like watching a game, the real thrill is being there with someone who actually gets it. Brynn is so dull. She can't even tell what offside means. Watching a match with her is torture." "Reid, don't say that about her." A sweet, delicate voice cut in. It was Nola. "She's definitely going to be upset when she sees that post. Maybe you should just delete it so you two don't end up fighting when you get home. I'd feel terrible if that happened."

She wasn’t scared of this dry, distant man, but he certainly made her nervous. Sean sat down opposite her without a hint of a smile, rested against the hard back of the cheap wooden chair and kept his eyes away from her. He seemed about to speak, but the man behind the counter came to bring them peanuts, two glasses covered with a thin layer of ice and a bottle that caught Silvia’s attention right away. It was Argentinean beer. The eldest Robinson filled their glasses and raised his a little at her before tasting his beer. “Good shit,” he grunted, nodding.

the offender jeered, his action appearing deliberate. I didn't give a reply, only remained mute and moved away, stretching my aching shoulder. But he wasn't done. He came behind me and with a kick, sent me crashing on the cold ice, my face bruising harshly on the icy surface. Ouch! I winced as I felt my body ache, the fall causing me to sprain my ankle. He bent to my level. "I see you aren't so tough when the audience aren't watching." The rest of the players laughed, but then... a larger figure came and pushed him away, causing him to fall on the ground.

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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.”

Glancing at the two men, they have similar features except that Lan appears more handsome than Fred and possesses an aura that Fred doesn't have. “Common Isa…Fiona, don't I look like my elder brother?” Fred asked, smiling. Lan is the most handsome among them three brothers,but a glance at them, one would know they are brothers. Fiona's smiles faded away and her eyes were showing signs of being scared as she asked “That means you are Fred Keith?” “Yes, I'm Dr Keith” Fred replied, feeling uncomfortable with her facial expression Fiona glanced at Fred speechless.

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'll be me. Free. Radiant. Alive. Lara Leone.