Steel-eating Player Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Chase. I look up and find him dressed in his outfit from earlier, looking all roguish and rough. My gaze snags on the bloodstains on his shirt sleeves and suit pants. I try to look away. But it’s hard to look away. “Wha… what happened to...” “Isn’t the meal to your liking, Kitten?” He repeats. I swallow at his dark, lethal tone. The sound reminds me of when I first found myself here. That night I was bound.

She was no longer a player in his game; she was the prize he had been waiting to claim, and she was terrified to find that she wanted it just as much as he did. End of Chapter 52

“You are not the father. That’s the fact.” “If you say so.” he smirked. I bit my lip and my nose flared from his reaction. I’m getting irritated and sees his behaviour as rude but I can’t say anything more. The guy is no longer trying to manipulate me but he decided to keep on his scheme. What the hell. “What do you want to eat tonight?” What the hell. “C-Can I have s-some steak?” What the hell, Ashira! *** Follow @jokerblade_official on I*******m for news about the update. This chapter is a part one and part two will follow shortly.

And this time, I wasn't going to play by the rules of the draft. I hit the ground. It was dirt. It smelled like rain and oil. I stood up and looked around. I was in a room I didn't know, holding a gun I didn't recognize. A man stepped out from the shadows. "You are early," he said. It was the Publisher. He looked young, healthy, and evil. "We haven't even started chapter one yet." I looked at him and smiled. It was the deadliest smile I had. "Then let's skip to the end," I said.

My stomach felt as if a fire was burning inside it, eating away at the last threads of my reason. The nurse brought me a nutritional meal with a poker face. I ate it, rushed into the bathroom, and puked my guts out. When I was done, they would bring in an identical portion and set it in front of me again. "Please continue, Ms. Whitaker." There were countless nights when I curled up on the stark white hospital bed and thought of Nikolai. I thought of the apples he used to slice, and of the time he said, "I'll bring you home, and I'll never let you go again."

Severe cases could kill a person outright. When I told Chloe what was happening, she didn't believe me. She even accused me of being jealous of Daniel. Since she helped run his channel, she kept me far away, terrified I would interfere with their income. Meanwhile, I kept collapsing at home in unbearable pain, hauled off by ambulances more times than I could count. Doctors warned me again and again not to throw my life away with this eating disorder they thought I had. Then Daniel tried to beat a major streamer in an eating challenge. They each had to finish ten pounds of mashed potatoes, and whoever finished first won.

MELISSA'S POV Player 37 was death? How? cause he ate an apple? Damn, this game truly was getting scarier. A loud scream pierced through the arena— followed by francy of running players. My heart stopped for a moment as I slowly took in the entire situation. The player who had just consumed the poisoned fruit slumped to the ground— his body decaying rapidly. In under seconds he was nothing but sand and bones, his body merging perfectly with the soil like it was meant to be here.

Something worse? Chapter 98 reveals THE ENEMY!

As if left by fangs. Chapter 9 coming soon.

However, this Eater had inadvertently found the perfect position to keep me pinned. Its mouth opened until it looked like it took up most of its face and I could feel the vacuum of air as it began to suck in. When it didn't work the angry ravenous face turned to confusion. It shifted on top of me a bit trying to get more leverage then began sucking a lot harder. Pain blossomed in my chest as my soul fought against the Eater's massive pull. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye seconds before a metal rod caught the Eater upside the head sending it flying off me.