The Player Novels & Stories

Shorts and a t-shirt are over my body in a few movements. "I'm ready when you are," I yell out to Cutter as I head to my room and grab my bag. He wears a look of disgust on his face when I come back into the living room. "What's wrong?" "This piece of shit player4u is killing me at every opportunity." A belly chuckle works its way loose from my tight chest. "He's a thirteen-year-old from North Carolina." Disbelief flashes through his eyes. "Don't parents pay attention to what they're children are doing anymore? Why is he playing this game?"

The man is laughing now and he gave Leon a tap on his shoulder. "Haha, enough teasing. How's the game?" They continue walking together with the player. "Thanks to the points you've scored before getting injured, we won." "As expected." "Hahaha! You're an actor now, I see." "I knew you guys can continue making scores, and I'm right." Leon grabbed his hand and pulled him to find seats. "Oh yeah? Anyway, you're that Steven right? The dancer?" The player pays attention to Steven who were just walking with them.

She didn’t pull away. The fortress still stood. But the battlefield had widened. And now three players were moving simultaneously. One patient. One sharp. And one unified For now.

His fingers twitched weakly in the grains. For a moment… the arena went quiet. From the audience’s perspective, it looked over. The once fearless player lay motionless in the desert sand. Blood covered his face, pouring from the deep claw wound that had destroyed his right eye. His chest barely moved. The beasts circled him, snarling and snapping as if waiting for the final breath. Gavin's body didn’t move. Not even an inch. To anyone watching—Player 1 was at the verge of death.

Daniel looked at him with intent gaze. "Uhmmm well. Not a black card, but platinum for now. I invested in a company shares. And got profit in their deals. It’s a Multinational Software firm. So, I split the profit into two accounts, yours and mine. Since they don’t offer two cards for one account, I chose one for you on your name. Though it doesn’t matter if either of us use, I wanted you to have your space. Your privacy ... So". Jack itched his non itchy nape..

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

“And I'm answering you.” “You're talking about that night.” “I'm talking about you.” His mouth twitched when I looked up. “There's a difference.” I stared at him for a second, then forced myself to look back at the page. “What do you enjoy most about playing center?” “Control.” I glanced at him. “Control?” “Yeah.” He shifted back in his chair, looking entirely too relaxed. “Knowing where everyone is, knowing what they're going to do before they do it. Being able to see something coming before everyone else does.”

He plans to use the Dead players! “Catch the ball!” he immediately commands, however he was already too late. Player 18 managed to catch the ball and in instant he threw it at them. Hitting two persons at the back. Everyone was dumbfounded, no one even think they have a plan like this and moreover Player 18 could threw the ball well! Was it just a fluke? Or he, himself pretends to be lamed? “Dead Player 18 hit player 24 and player 20. You've been revived. Please go back to "alive" area.” Professor Akihiro announced again.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" "Morty. Morty's an elf. Morty don't want to talk to you because Morty don't want trouble." "Don't pay attention to the stupid elf, he's a coward. The name's zeta by the way." she said then she walked in. She was pretty huge for a woman and she kinda looked scary with her shoulder length black hair, deep grey eyes and a snake tattoo on her arm. "I like to get to know to the prisoners before I kill them. Now, tell me bout urself"