The Player Novels & Stories

I ask him, I turn my whole body to him when I ask. He tells me the name of his game, and even tells me about it, he doesn’t know that Thea, his new friend is itchy for his attention and I am glad she isn’t getting any. What his dick has turned me into, and I haven’t had it yet. “Thea is surprisingly a good player, although it was made so the beginning stages are fairly easy.” Thea grins, “You hear that, I am a good player.” “He said any idiot could play it.”

And now, it's my time to roll my eyes at her, knowing I'm about to hear another one of her sexual escapades. “Mav Tanner. Engineering Department. Soccer Team Captain and Striker. 6’2”. Totally ripped and totally sexy.” I should have known… Can't say I'm surprise that she knows Tanner. I mean they're both populars in the campus, so their paths will eventually cross, but I didn't know that even my best friend was not immune to his charms. “From what I’ve heard he is a player. And not just in soccer.” I warned her but then she smiled at me. Her devilish smile, that I knew she was about to do some thing really crazy.

, he asked trying to conceal the huskiness in his hoarse displeased voice. Cynthia shook her head," you're a player, you shouldn't think about those things". On hearing her words, Jeffery, again, for the first time, didn't feel the usual pride he felt when someone refered to him as a player. For Cynthia it was like since he was a player, then she could play along. He gritted his teeth, this woman had never given him face. Cynthia watched his angry face and felt satisfaction welling up, "if you're that mad I can go back". She said,

And there, in the center of the code, was Julian's designation: FINAL_BOSS_TIER_S_MARIONETTIST_ACTIVE. Directly below it: PLAYER_PRIMARY_CAMRYN_CHAVEZ_STAGE_III_ACTIVE. And listed in supporting code: PLAYER_SECONDARY_AMON_CAELAN... PLAYER_SECONDARY_MIRANDA_CASTELLAN... on and on through everyone I'd met, everyone I'd fought beside. All of them marked as PLAYER types. Real people transmigrated into the game. None of them marked as NPC. "They're real," I breathed.

[Player's 99th death confirmed. Hidden quest commenced: Hundred Deaths—reward: Yvie Jade's revival.] When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on the cold floor, the pool of my own blood around me dried up. Once again, I reminded myself that I had come to this world to charm Mila Gibbs, in order to bring my beloved Yvie back to life. I was an orphan without anyone, but Yvie brought me out of the darkness. When the System told me that I could save Yvie by charming Mila, I didn't hesitate to say yes.

It had not even been half a minute since the investor worth billions walked into the restroom, and he was already walking out with a scowl. It was an expression that spoke of trauma, as he had just survived a bioweapon. He did not even take a sip of water before he tried to find a polite excuse to leave like a bat out of hell. "I think that's it for today, Mr. Whitlock. I'll consider your proposal." Then, he led his team out without a single moment of hesitation. The deal was off. Meanwhile, someone uploaded a video of how Grant gave me a dog bowl and trash bags during the holiday gala. Perhaps it was an employee who had quit. Perhaps it was Mia on an alternate account. I never bothered to c

Moments later, the front door slammed shut. The cramping in my abdomen ripped through me, and everything went black. When I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. All that remained was the blood pooled across the floor beneath me, the only proof that a child might have existed at all. I pulled myself to my feet, hollow and numb. Then, I heard the door open. Declan pulled back the storage room door. The light was blinding, and I squinted against it. His eyes were bright with hope.

Callum thinks back to the night before. Striking brown eyes. Short, cropped curls that were bleached blonde. Dark skin. Rough hands that had twisted helplessly in the hotel sheets while Callum slowly, methodically, and carefully took him apart. Alex had been his name. He’d played for Man City as a centreback, he’d lost to their team, and Callum had even successfully stolen the ball from him at one point before he’d scored his goal. They’d kissed as if it cost them air to be apart.

I said as I start getting my fresh shirt from the walk-in closet. "Man...you work too hard. Being an athlete is hard work. I don't get why you're not retiring already? You got your houses and modeling thing already. Why are you so money hungry bro?" He was asking while he types on his phone, confirming our meet with the rest of the guys. "I happen to like my job brother. Come we better get going, and get Sam to drive us I'm not risking an accident so close to my championship date." It was half an hour later when we finally arrived at Players. Our buddy Jack is the bartender there, so it's a given.