Steel-eating Player Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

I beg as my eyes roll back as the sensation builds. "I want you to come for me Ella." He whispers slowly and I could feel myself slowly losing my mind. My hands swiftly find a way to his shorts and I quickly put off all of his clothing till he finally stood before me in his glorious nakedness and just when I thought I couldn't feel more desire, this man right here proves me wrong. Not knowing what exactly came over me, I reach down on my knees, grabbing his crotch in my hands and placing the tip of his manhood in my mouth, whilst slowly caressing it with my tongue.

Just shadows, no body—no human flesh. Harold's broad eyes shifted again to the blood in the bowl. As he did, an invisible, floating frame rammed into his stomach, pushed all the air in him out through his lungs and sent him sprawling on the quiescent ground, almost off the elevated plain and into the reddish-black goo which encompassed him.

] [ AUTHORIZED. The massive steel gates groaned open. The truck rolled inside. They were in. But they weren't safe. They were in the belly of the beast. And the beast was hungry. (End of Chapter 93)

"Remember you, Miss. Meet me at the Bryan Corp building, and you will get your punishment! Otherwise, I will keep looking for you down to the pit of hell!" The feel to kill him was strong. I just stared at hisback away, and when I looked down, I saw the steak was on the tip of my leg. Upset, I picked up the steak and ate it. It's not worth the torment I endured! He is a demon in human form! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Hi, how was chapter one? Do you like Emerald? Will Emerald have to face the days with bastard Edmund? Just wait and see. Thank you for reading.

From this chapter...this book will be using first point of view (Pov). Don't worry... you'll understand. Chapter 25 Esmeralda I didn't know everyone would be present in the dinning. I had prepared the lunch for just myself and the chefs and some guards but right now..my eyes held disbelief as I watched my food being distributed to the men of the house. Matt looked like he had fought with a ghost and the other one Jerry looked like he was so lost. Maybe he had been lost in a book before he had been called for dinner. How lovely for a bookworm.

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

Whenever Dad returned from her house, he would bring a large bag of raw meat with him and say that it was to nourish us. Mom would cook the meat for me to eat, and every time she did, Dad would accuse her of wasting food. "Cooking the meat destroys all the energy in it. You're ruining the food!" Mom had told him over and over again that I was allergic to raw meat, but Dad never believed it. I was the pup of the First Warrior of the pack. How could I be allergic to raw meat?

I was about to walk back, but was stopped and dragged out by the rest of my team. What the heck is Sebastian doing with Psyche!? And why is she tolerating him again? "Maverick! Heads up!" That was the last thing I heard before blacking out. I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes. I was lying in bed inside the nurse's office, still in my soccer uniform.

The burn at my neck throbbed where he’d bitten me. I didn’t let him see me react. He stepped back slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if he had just finished a meal. I kept my breathing steady. Controlled. Measured. He watched me—not like a warden, not like a disciplinarian. Something different. Something he hadn’t figured out yet. And that was good. “This is no game, Cole,” he said quietly. My neck stung from the bite. My cheek throbbed from the punch. The cuffs tightened around my wrists each time I moved.