Solo Player Novels & Stories

"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"

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.

Only him! ***

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.

I said then… Zahred, Iared & Daemnixi threw their D-Pads in the air and transformed into a Duel Disk and slotted in their right arms also they put on their duel gazer on, as for me a Dharkonic Tattoo appeared surrounding my left Dharkonic Eye and opened my Dharkonic Eye and began to glow more luminous. “Augmented Reality established” said the AI “okay Arnold let’s duel” said Iared “okay Iared, Zahred & Daemnixi bring it on” I said “DUEL!!!” We shouted and my duel against Iared, Zahred & Daemnixi had just begun.

Isla called. "I'm okay. I'll stay here. Go have fun." I smiled as I said so. They walked over to the dance floor. A bottle of liquor that they had ordered was on the table, which I took no interest in. Sighing I picked my phone and started to scroll down my F******k newsfeed. "Hey, sexy lady. You seem to be alone." A familiar voice said, making my heart skip a beat. Shocked, and wide eyed, I looked at the owner of the voice.

She savored the fragrance, ignoring her pang of loneliness. Danica wiped down the sink and was finished with half an hour to spare. She ran straight to the living room and sat down in front of the piano. As her fingers caressed the keys, the strains of Bach’s Prelude in C-sharp Major fill the apartment, the notes dancing in vibrant colors into the corners of the room and soothing her troubled and lonely soul.

Abbey said with a wry smile, "but I don't think so." "Why not?" Lucy looked thoughtfully up at the rapidly darkening sky. Her face brightened and she turned back to her friend. "How about Mick the plumber? His hands are rough, but he's got a large dick. And as an added bonus, he'll unclog your sink." Abbey laughed. "No thanks." "Okay, what about Lance? Sensitive new age guy. He recites poetry when he's climaxing. Actually, on second thoughts, he's not a good idea. The last thing you need right now is a sensitive man."