Sans Player Novels & Stories

"What's wrong is that you acted like a mad man and you injured an opponent. He can't play tomorrow." I gasped, both hands reaching to cover my lips "Can't play tomorrow? That's not possible. I barely threw three punches at him. I only ruffled him up a little. I didn't cause any serious damage! This is just some stupid tactic. I'll apologise if that's what they want." Dylan seethed, clenching one hand. "An apology isn't going to fix this Dylan." "But...." "He's incapacitated and can't play, that's the story whether it's true or not. The teammates claim he's an important striker and if they're down one, we should be as well. They are demanding you don't play either. Dylan. We replace you for t

The man nodded his head. "Why don't you show your self to Eira ?" Sorin tilts his head his lips turning into a frown. The man stiffens as he heard this, his fingers pressed so hard into the fist that they probably left marks. "I c-can't" the man whispers, tears threatening to spill. "WHY?? why can't you show yourself ? Why can't you help her through what she is going? Why can't you be there for her?" Sorin says angrily.

, 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,

Even when you loose a game, just make sure to dress like the winner, as confident and sexy as ever, only then you can get in the nerves of your opponent, and that was exactly what I did. "Damn! To be honest I'm really going to miss what we used to have. You really did make me feel like a man and you still look like you can still do more" he said as he bit his mouth harder. "But you seriously don't know how to be grateful do you? You've been gone for like how long without a word. I took the liberty of looking after the company, I've been busy doing everything I can to make sure we don't sink because of your unprofessionalism." He scorned. He gave me a warning look.

"Calm down miss, I just want us to be friends. You see the owner of this shop is my friend and don't worry. If you agree to be my friend I'll get one of those for you. Deal?" Instead of answering she turned back her face towards the glass. "I see you don't believe me, don't worry I'll show you." He boasted and sneaked into the shop. Dale watched him through the glass, as he kept on walking round the neatly arranged pair of seats. He had begun whistling and making movements worthy of suspicion. "Hey what you do want"? The white, fat man on a red tee-shirt and a black trouser and an apron bounced towards him in anger.

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”

WARNING!! The system displayed a red-flag warning: OPPONENT IS A REGULAR PLAYER AT TOP TIER15 WITH SIGNIFICANT EXPERIENCE. YOU ARE CURRENTLY UNRANKED AND UNRECOGNIZED BY THE SYSTEM. FOR YOUR SAFETY, YOU MAY CLICK THE EXIT BUTTON TO QUIT BEFORE THE MATCH STARTS. The message was long, but Adrian didn’t have the patience to read through it. He simply clicked Skip. YOU CAN INSPECT ANY WEAPON YOU’D LIKE TO USE.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Cole picked his up and held it at several different distances from his face like the problem was his eyesight and not the fact that he couldn't read a single word of it. "Okay," he said, after fooling himself for a while. "I can work with this." "You can't read it," Sean pointed out. "I don't need to read it, I'll just point at anything based on how it sounds." "That's how you end up with something you don't want." Sean added. I put my menu down and looked around for the server. Beside me Connie was turning hers over like the back might be in English. Then Mira looked up, caught the server's eye and spoke.

The men paid Boro no mind, thinking that he was just trying to get a seat closer to the fire. "Yup, I hear that the man is a deserter from the False Kings army taking refuge here in Galaos. I hear he slew an entire company of men before he left" Said a man a whole head taller than the rest. "Oh come off it Rel', no man, no matter how skilled with a blade can kill that many men, think about it, how many men are usually in a company of soldiers eh?" Asked another man, to the taller one. "Fuck if I know, best guess, maybe ninety?" said Rel, saying it as a question.