Unholy Player Mga Nobela at Kwento

Endorsements were canceled, his company blacklisted him, and everyone within his circle of friends ghosted him. Willa had not investigated further to know what became of his fate, but now the man before her suddenly looked too familiar. And the scene happening before her wasn’t just any scene; it was the same scene from the video that had gone viral: a top gamer thrusting into a doll with reckless abandon, oblivious to the world around him. “Yes... Come on,” Player Nine groaned desperately. Willa covered her eyes; it was too disgusting to watch, but her body was reacting in ways she didn’t like.

The room smelled faintly of whiskey and expensive cologne. Nick leaned back in the leather chair, a smug smile curling his lips. Around him, the other elite church guys lounged like they owned the place, glasses of wine or scotch in hand. “So… who’s next on your list, Nick?” one of them jeered. Nick shrugged, eyes glinting. “Depends, who’s giving me a challenge tonight?” “Naomi,” said a taller guy with slicked-back hair. “You saw her, right? Daddy's a pastor and he owns half the church. The girl is like caged, couldn’t resist if you tried.”

Josephine asked, as she hung her coat on the coat hanger. It was fall season, so it was a bit chilly outside. Ari was also her personal assistant. "Alright, I'll get back to you soon, I just have to check a few things." Josephine announced. She passed two of her new workers. Matt and Leon. Matt is 5,8ft tall, has olive skin tone, black hair that's dyed purple at the back, has a slender body, no facial hair, green eyes and thin lips with a nose, eyebrow and ear piercing.

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if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.