The Player Novels & Stories

Perhaps they all got recognized and signed to. "What brings you here?" He asked "We currently don't have any match and I'm here in Tennessee, I just wanted to get my mind off somethings by playing" I said and the tall, slender Man patted me on my shoulder. "Okay son" he said and walked away to the middle of the field, I watched as he blew the whistle assembling everyone before him so I went too. "Alright everybody, we have a professional in our midst, show him what you've got and don't forget to have fun" he said and exited the field to a corner where he sat and drank his usual coke.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

A young woman walked out of a room that seemed to be the kitchen as a heat wave accompanied by several delicious aroma spread out the moment she opened the door, she had an apron hanging from her neck and tied to her waist, her brown auburn hair danced on her shoulder like waves, her emerald green eyes twinkled as she smiled at the overexcited kid. “Marcus stop running around or you might get injured.” Genevieve said with a smile but Marcus didn’t stop instead he began to shout and jump around more wildly “Yay, I’m finally seven!” he kept yelling as he ran, he then ran towards his mom and jumped into her arms “Mom, I can finally receive the Hunter god’s blessing and move through the shadows

Nothing about the player would be detectable, including the name or location of the player. There was no way I was going to agree to her terms, but I needed to get this away from her so I could have it. I was the only one who knew how to activate it, so I didn’t think she knew what it was. To any other player, it was simply a cool bracelet with a high critical hit resistance.

“That’s a real thing?” “It is. I’m not a competitive person, but it brought it out in me and I used my personal money to sponsor the team.” Archer laughs. “There are teams in robot fighting?” “Yeah. It takes a team to build. That’s, uh, how I met Jacob.” “Your ex?” Wrinkling my nose, I nod. “You are such a nerd, Quinn,” he laughs. “Is that your biggest confession?” “Yeah, pretty much. Do you think of me differently now?”

“We’re going to have an awesome season. I just know it!” He stood beside her unsure of what would happen now. Nothing had gone the way he’d anticipated. Sure enough, she grabbed his hand and began pulling him toward the exit. “Come on,” she said. But they didn’t leave the stadium. Instead they went down to a restricted area, where Chloe flashed a pass he hadn’t seen up to this point. He shouldn’t be surprised. But when they stopped outside the players’ locker room, he was. They waited a good while. Several members of the press came and went. Finally one of the players stuck his head out the door, looked up and down and then his

The shards flew everywhere, one slicing into my exposed calf. "I've already paid you back. If you keep humiliating me, it'll be crossing a line." "Am I crossing a line?" I turned to Colton. Colton quickly shook his head. "How could it be? If it weren't for you helping him back then, he'd probably be begging under some bridge." I turned my gaze back to Zach. "Did you hear that? You owe me more than just money. You owe me your life." Lifting my injured leg, I showed him the blood trickling down in a thin line.

Colorful ones. UNO. Lucian poured himself another drink, the faint clink of ice breaking the silence. “We’re going to play a game.” I blinked. “UNO?” He nodded slowly, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “It’s simple enough, isn’t it?” “I guess,” I muttered. “But… why?” He leaned back in his chair, his voice calm. “Because I want to. And because sometimes a game tells you more about a person than hours of interrogation ever could.”