Unholy Player Novels & Stories

My breath caught in my throat. Standing right in front of me was Hudson Monette. He was the famous, star hockey player of Team America, and a literal household name. Seeing him up close, he carried an undeniable aura of power, though a shadow of grief always seemed to linger around his sharp features. Everyone knew his story, he was the illegitimate son of Hillary Monette, the legendary hockey pro who had tragically died in a horrific car accident just four years ago.

Then I jabbed him slightly in the side with my elbow. “You can do that. I am not breaching the contract.” I whispered to him, smiling so it looked like we were teasing each other. He shot me an amused look before straightening as the officiant cleared his throat. “Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Lucas Alexander Hayes and Elizabeth Grace Lancaster,” the officiant started, and I blanked, not listening until the officiant started the vows. “Will you, Lucas Alexander Hayes, take Elizabeth Grace Lancaster to be your lawfully wedded wife, to stand beside her through every joy and hardship, to love, honor, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or po

"Oh girl! I'm super happy for ya, but that's rich people traits. I gotta go now. I'll catch up later. It ended, I wasn't really fine, I held the urge to spill everything The sound of the door opening wide made jump off from my thoughts and behold it was Rogers. What does he want! I grinned as I rose from the bed "What do want from me" "I want you, and I want you now "

, 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,

I raced back to the living room and snatched my phone from the table, then quickly answered it without checking the caller's ID before the call would end. "Hello?" "Hello, is this Miss Alessandro?" an unfamiliar male voice asked from the other side. I frowned, pulled the phone away from my ear and checked the caller's ID, but found out it's an unknown number. "Hello, am I speaking with Miss Alessandro?" he asked again. "Yes" I answered. "Who is this, please?" •••••••••••• Stella's point of view. *Lala-land's Private Lesson**

But it was a bond nonetheless, one that I vowed to uphold. Just as her fear began to fade, a subtle noise filled the room, jolting us both from our trance. I instinctively reached for my weapon, ready to defend, only to find the mysterious person standing before me once more. "Hector," he spoke, his voice a low whisper. "The Vamps are planning something. You need to be prepared." I nodded silently, my grip on my weapon tightening. There was no time for pleasantries or explanations. We were thrust into a world of darkness, where danger lurked in every corner.

He replies. “Let me help you understand...how do you think I am so wealthy?” He asks. “Because you work your butt off.” I respond and he shrugs lightly. “Yeah, that, but I also have a dark side that brings me the cash more quickly. I created this alias, Jacob Reigns, so that I can fully do whatever naughty illegal thing I wanted to do; and it worked so perfectly.” “And no one could tell your identity because you were hiding in plain sight. No one would expect Henry who works with the queen of England to be one of the most notorious mafia bosses in America.” I say and Henry claps for me.

I hugged Jeremy, after Riley pulled me in for his signature suffocating hug. "Wow...you look happy. Like... very happy." "Thank you! But you look tired, why? I thought crazy rich bachelor like you are living the life?" Riley said while sitting in front of me, and Jeremy to his side. "This player is being played at my own game Riley." "No freaking way! I never thought I'd see the day!" Jeremy chuckled beside him, but let us be while he was calling the waiter to order our lunch. "So...don't leave me in suspense do tell..." He demanded, while Jeremy shook his head smiling at him.

There wasn't one. The pink-haired Hollow was still on the ice. He was drifting past the Reapers' bench with the smug, unhurried pace of someone who knew exactly what he'd done and was enjoying the reviews. Seth Aparo, number eight. Khyle filed the name and the number and the expression and the specific angle of that smirk into permanent storage for later retrieval. Then he looked at Gunner and found Gunner already looking at the pink-haired player with an expression Khyle recognized. He was building the list.

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.