Solo Player Novels & Stories

I said tapping my head. "It's no insult or whatever but to become a professional you have to think while playing and not just play to want to score a goal by all means." "Think of what your opponent is about to do, when you've figured it out, use that against him and watch how you'll endlessly score", I said and left their midst to drink water. I was dehydrated to level zero. "Nice job what you did back there!" Adams patted me on my shoulder and I smiled at him.

someone said and another round of mumbling took place. Pinky tired her best not to be affected by it. Her opponent also placed his own bet on the table and the game began. * * * It was a tough and really fun one and took quite sometime. All the students gathered and watched keenly, wondering how she was going to win. The boy was well experienced Chess player but pinky was more experienced than him. But when the game came to end in a few minutes, pinky was the winner. "Whaaaat????"

I asked Luka after a few minutes of silence. “It is only one. You don’t need to worry about her being lonely though. They were programmed to not know what it feels like to be alone. Some players will only use them for the purpose of helping them progress in the game and some might not log on for days. Their program depends on how a player interacts with it.” “So, you are saying that she is this sweet because we made her that way by interacting with her?” I perked up a bit as I turned my head slightly to watch Hope jumping into a small sand dune.

the one with the glasses asked, almost stuttered. I nodded slowly. "I'm Two, the overall second ranked solo player. Thank you for the compliment that you gave to me and my girls." I smirked. "You know ... just a little advice ... instead of talking behind our back, mind as well giving your time to your game practice sessions to prove yourselves. We're not 'only' girls ... we're here to compete and to win. " I emphasized my last sentence as I pushed the close button.

"Is this a glorious moment for you? What are your expectations from your teammates as you embark on this journey?" I returned my eyes to Jeremy, curious to hear his answer. "Well, getting the championship was a huge win for us as a team. It proves our dedication and resilience are paying off. We have come this far because we have each other; each member of this team has put in admirable dedication and work into this and I want to give a special shout-out to the coach and our new player Noah." Wait, did I just hear... Noah — that was me, I was Noah. Why the hell was he calling my name?

“There is no point in beating about the bush here. Best to just come out with it.” The room fell silent again as I glanced around me to Liam who looked at me awkwardly. So he did tell him. This time Leon broke the silence. “Not just Liam, which you clearly already knew but said nothing.” I looked back at him and his gaze hardened further as a look of confusion fell on my face. 'What the fuck did he just say?' Alice asked, clearly also lost with this conversation. 'We only have one mate, Juvia, Khaos is our only mate.'

“Instance loading complete. New player account bound!” The voice was a flat, synthetic drone in my skull. A massive, translucent panel materialized in the void before me, numbers glowing with cold finality. “Player ID: 666666.” “Level: 0.” “Points: 0.”

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

And those who approached me, I turned away from or ignored completely. I didn’t know who was selling, but I wasn’t ready for that. I had used prostitutes often enough, and yesterday, I wanted a real partner. I saw him watching others, drinking, swaying slightly to the music. He didn’t move an inch from where he stood. He didn’t touch himself as he scanned the players, those locked in various positions all around the room. He didn’t smile or lick his lips like some lecher or some horny, randy dog. He just…watched, like a connoisseur, like he was an audience of one attending a play being put on for him alone.

At some point, he stopped playing. “Now sing something. Anything you know.” My heart skipped. “Anything?” “Anything. I need to hear where you sit naturally.” I swallowed, then started softly with Hello by Adele. The first line came out shaky, but I pushed through it. “Stop.” I froze. “You’re pulling back,” he said. “Why?” “I’m not…” “You are,” he cut in calmly. “You’re scared of the sound getting too big. Let it. You can’t hide and expect to be heard.”