Solo Player Novels & Stories

My hand began to tremble, and I pushed the phone across the smooth wooden table toward her before I could talk myself out of it. There, staring back at us with his trademark blonde cowlick, a perfectly pressed shirt, and those unmistakable, icy blue eyes, was Ben. Username: BenB98. Bio: Looking for a little excitement outside the daily routine. Discretion is an absolute must. The silence that settled over our table was heavy and suffocating, broken only by the clinking of silverware and the faint strumming of the Spanish guitar playing from the restaurant speakers. Marissa didn't scream. She didn't cry. She didn't even gasp.

That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit. But the payment was real. The session was locked in and the system flagged it as his first. First times are supposed to be handled delicately. That's why I was called. But I don't plan on being delicate. Not with him. I read the card again. Alias: Moranorebel Level: Starter pack Notes: First timer. Mask preferred. No safe words provided. Eish. Another rookie mistake. They all think they are ready until they are not. But this one?

I miss this feeling. I started playing my favorite song, Jamie Duffy- Solas. I was enjoying the sweet melody coming from the piano, but as I was playing, I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye and immediately stopped playing and turned my head. The person who was standing there was now completely gone. I got up from the stool and went to get my bag and left the classroom. Since I had no other classes to attend, I headed home. On the way, I made sure to stop to get something to eat before heading home.

Sophia asked. "You cannot singlehandedly change things around here without my consent. We both own the Invicta. It is an equal partnership. I do not agree to these changes and so they are annulled. " he said and faced the board, sitting up right on his chair, he continued, "Everything will continue just as they once we're before. And when I am done with the new rules for the Invicta, I'll communicate it to you all" He smiled, then added, "Have a nice day".

"You don't seem too happy and I think I could help you fix that. Everyone is having fun... There's no reason why you shouldn't too. The band is good" Timothy was fed up. All he wanted was some time to himself and this lady just wouldn't let him have. "No, thanks. I think I'm fine" he said, then after a pause, he added. "And I appreciate the gesture but I would really love to be alone right now. If you don't mind..." Mirabel's smile faded and her hand immediately left his arm. "Fine." she said, her voice a little tense. "Have fun being alone"

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

The kitchen stops abruptly as I hear Mira scold. "Chey...I see a shoe." They are silent for a moment, before Mira speaks again. "Hello? Hello. Who are you? Do you need help? Hello!" I smirk before I drag my claws along the bottom of the door. Frustrated that I can't see her face, I throw the body into the door again with such force the door cracks open. I cannot enter but I can hear the erratic thrumming of the little hearts on the other side.

I said, to my surprise Seth walks over and snatched the my controller and tells me to move while he sits down and starts playing against Haven. I had no idea what they were playing but they were both focused on the game, the only thing I could understand was Haven was focused and aggressive unlike Seth who reserved and calm and the life bar of Haven was going down. "End him..." I yelled like a maniac, maybe because I was over excited I saw him smile and then the door opened wide making a loud bang, Haven got up and sighed I wasn't focus on the game anymore, Erwin and Darren came in with bags they went shopping earlier.

I'm lying do not feel yourself I whisper in my mind " you sure ?? " I do not reply instead I disengage from him, he walk over to the sitting area, where he really drags out a medium suitcase out of " it contains her clothes and toys. he goes back to grab another " and her food " this time a bag. okayyyyy I collect the bag from him and walk out GOD this thing is heavy ♣♦♥♠≠≠≠≠≠♣♥♦♠

“Fuck you. I’m not playing any games. Unlike you people, I’m doing an honest job. Don’t ever contact me again.” I ended the call and put my head on my desk. Clearly it had something to do with Ricardo Sanguin. After all, he was the only Italian bloke I knew. My phone beeped indicating a text and I read it while my head was still leaning on the edge of my desk and my view was of my office floor.