The Player Novels & Stories

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

It gave her a reason to keep her fingers steady when she was resetting the shattered jaw of a bare-knuckle fighter who couldn't afford a real hospital. But that silver flash drive in her pocket felt heavier than the thirty-four floors of empty air beneath her feet. “I don’t care about my life... If I play, you drop the debt. You leave the Cross family alone.” The recording loop played behind her eyelids, louder than the thunder rolling across the Thames. The realization was a different kind of violence. Marcus hadn't abandoned her. He had been a nineteen-year-old boy trapped in the jaws of a corporate wolf, trying to use his own breaking bones to buy her freedom. He had walked onto that pitc

Coach's eyes moved to me. “Leo, you especially. What the fuck happened?” “Nothing.” Darius snorted beside me. “Motherfucker just said nothing? This idiot got kidnapped.” “Darius!” “What?” He shrugged. “It's true.” Coach rubbed his forehead. “This doesn't concern me. Both of you, warm up. Now.” I jogged onto the court, trying to focus on anything except Kaelen. It didn't work…every time I ran, his voice came back.

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

, she lied about not knowing him to avoid more awkwardness. “You’re Fernanda Montenegro, a college student at high heights studying anthropology. Am I right?” he smirked as he responded arrogantly. “Oh my goodness you’re a stalker, or a serial killer” Fernanda said with her heart beating fast thinking this is it for her. “I’m the owner of that casino we just left, every applicant’s documents pass through me before Sean interviews them. And must I say you are much sexier in person” he growled as he said.

Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin. "Sheesh you don't even know how useful this weapon you uncultured swine.! Just ask Eugene he will tell you just how useful this weapon is!" Eira huffs out defiantly. "Who?? Who is this E-Eugen??" Sorin asks confused. "Not Eugen it's Eugene, you know the dashing bandit who's nose always ends up getting skewered on the wanted posters?" Eira says as she looked at him if he understood. Sorin still looked confused.

I replied honestly. “No offense but he is a player. And you are a really sweet person. You always stick up for your friends. I have even seen you sticking up for total strangers when they need help. Why do you and-” Gavin spoke up but I cut him off. “Xander and I go long back. We are not just some people who met a year or two ago. He knows me and I know him. He is like family to me at this point. We have known each other our whole lives. People might just see him as a player but I know the real him.” I informed Gavin, feeling slightly angry with how he was talking about Xander.

he look away, unable to explain himself. She glare. “If you don't want to play it, the don't! You dob't have to confuse people like myself!” He stunned, glance at her who the system called Player 9.9B. He didn't actually expect her to say such a thing. He forgot... He shouldn't have carried away. Yet he can't help it. “It's okay to you?” His hands form a fist. “It's okay to have this game where people-” He hardly remembering what happen to those players bathing their own blood, unidentified by the gruesome and gore.

[ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 : 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :

Then I tucked the helmet under my arm and grinned. "Call it a hunch," I said, my grin widening as I scanned the bodies. I was starting to get excited. Whoever this mystery man was, they played rough. And 'rough' was my favourite game. One of the grunts returned, dragging a half-dressed older man between two guards. He was shirtless, revealing bruised ribs and a chest smeared with blood. A trail of spit and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he was forced onto his knees.