Unholy Player Novels & Stories

"Player 66, we're screwed! This money's only enough for three bottles of water! We're going to die within a week!" I sighed. "The system isn't running a charity. I knew it wouldn't be that simple." Other players also crowded into the convenience store, looking similarly shocked and panicked. The chubby guy pulled me aside and said, "I'm Player 44, Omari Hayes. Let's team up, okay? It'd be good to have someone to watch your back in the game. If anyone messes with you, I can take them down." He demonstrated some grappling moves, and his skills seemed pretty decent.

Amelia asked Catherine and she nodded positively. "What happened!" Scott asked the bishop and he looked at him finally. Bishop Daimon looked back at the team with disappointment on his face, everyone noticed that on his face and they grew curious including angry Bella. "What's wrong bishop?" Amelia asked more curious than the others. Bishop Daimon heaved, his hands on his waist about to utter a word but Bella cut in instead. "You've a copy of the Unholy Book?" She asked. The bishop nodded positively "That's the good news but the bad news is Clancy represents the worst of it." He said.

Marc sighed, adjusting his collar with all the effortless drama his short, styled hair and sharp brown eyes could muster. “You might be slumming it with us for 'the corporate experience,' but there are some things you still need to learn. And that man is at the top of the list.” “What do you mean?” I whispered, glancing around nervously. “Why are you whispering?” Sylvia laughed, shaking her head. “Everyone and their mother knows that Ethan Hades is the wildest playboy in both North and South America combined.” “What?!” My jaw practically hit the table. I genuinely had no idea.

"That will bring you forgiveness. Yes. You will have to suck the juice out, um... from the, uh, rod of... holiness." "What's that?" "I'll show you," He said, then laughed in a strange way. "Stay where you are and I'll show you, yes." Heather stayed kneeling, letting out a sigh of relief as Father Bland withdrew his hand back through the hole. She heard a sound like a zipper along with the priest's heavy breathing. She was watching the hole in the dim light when a strange object appeared in it, moving forward. It looked like a sausage, as though it was made of meat, with a shiny dome-like end. She could see a hole in the end of it. It was the weirdest thing she had ever seen.

I say dryly. “Come on, we have to go! I heard Enzo is playing today, and also there's a new player we should go watch today.” She said, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Enzo was one of the players on the hockey team that Leah had been pining away for since our first semester. He barely gave her any attention, but she always went to each of his games, cheering him on, because she was convinced he liked her. “I'm not going, Lee. As for the new player, it's too early to set me up.” I said, grabbing some apples.

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.

asked the female player as she tossed a card on the center of the table. “Where did boss go?” uttered Fakey as he downed a bottle of beer beside him. “I saw him go out with his bitch just now,” noted the male player as he sucked on a cigarette. “To meet the clients.” Smoke came out of his mouth as he exhaled. He looked like he was in his mid-fifties. He had shoulder-length black hair with a physique as large as Ronald’s. Seeing him made Gray think of another character. He was a famous professional wrestler aliased as Undertaker.

the priest said and there was silence “If there is none I… there are so many reasons they can’t be joined together?” a voice said loudly coming into the church; they turned to see Maria “Oh shit” Uzor lowered his face “What is she doing here?” Yvonne said as they all stood up and turned to Maria “What are you doing here?” Arnold asked “You guys are so cruel, you want this handsome innocent guy to get married to a bitch like Rachael; and you call yourselves holy creatures, you should be disappointed in yourselves” Maria said coming in

He stayed buried deep until he finished. Each session ended the same way. Marcus always came inside her. He whispered about breeding her every time. Rebecca's body started to crave it. Even after he left, she felt empty without his cum. In quiet moments alone, she touched herself. Her fingers rubbed her clit while she remembered his thrusts. The guilt sat heavy in her chest, but the addiction grew stronger. She hid it from everyone.

He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, almost tenderly. “Then I’ll tell everyone what you’ve been doing with Pastor Chris. Every filthy detail. The midnight visits. The way you moan while you read scripture. The way your cunt sounds when his fingers are buried inside it. I’ll make sure the whole parish knows their sweet aspiring nun is nothing but a desperate cock-hungry whore.” He stepped back, giving me space, but his smile never wavered. “Relax, Ciara. Just obey me and be free. You’re going to like it. I promise.”