Ballerina And Football Player Book Novels & Stories

My first instinct was that they were being a bit dramatic, but maybe I was just too inexperienced with sports injuries to fully understand what happened. While Tiffany started checking the ankle of one player, I took the other. “Um, can Nina bandage me, actually?” the player that Tiffany was helping said. Tiffany looked up and threw me an amused glance. “No, Nina’s bandaging me! Buzz off!” the football player that I was helping said. Just then, the other player stood as if the “pain” in his ankle had suddenly disappeared. “C’mon, man, you always steal the cute girls!” he shouted.

Marcus stood up, towering over the microphones, looking down at the chaotic sea of flashing cameras. "As of this moment, I am resigning from my position as General Manager of London United," Marcus announced, his voice steady, entirely devoid of regret. "I have already delivered the full, unredacted corporate files, tax records, and extortion logs to the Metropolitan Police Commercial Fraud division and the Football Association's integrity committee. Furthermore, I am personally filing a multi-million-pound civil suit against Reggie Thorne for the wrongful death of Dr. Arthur Cross."

"I like him. He's nice. He used to play football with Vinnie in high school." "Ugh, he's a football player?" I ask. "Yes, but not the typical asshole you'd expect him to be. He's more...soft." "And hot." Raisa adds, still looking in his direction. I check him out as he's leaning over the table to talk to one of his friends. He does look good. He's got the baby face and the muscles, which is a deadly combination if done just right, wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt that shows off his biceps. If he had tattoos, I would probably be going over there right about now.

"You want to be a detective?" I blurted in shock. "Yes, Cam." He smiled widely, and a breath got caught in my throat. *Cam* I coughed harshly. "That's surprising. What about soccer?" I found myself curious about his life choices. "I can still play for Cal-U, but the thrill I got on the field was nothing compared to what I felt after figuring out the truth about the arson case and getting you freed." He locked his gaze on mine; I peaked carefully, trying to check for hints of deceit or mockery. Maybe this is some sick way of trying to get to me. No way he gave up football.

Bailey watches with amusement, but her gaze is filled with a certain sadness. "You're all grown up now," she sobs, dabbing underneath her eyes with her sleeve. Look at you two. You're both taller than me now and ready to take on the world." Brandon lets Bernie go and prods him good-naturedly. "Yeah, this one's going to become a famous scientist or something. Aren't you, Bernie?" Bernie grunts and rubs his head. "No, I was actually thinking of taking over our father's company now that you're planning on playing in the NFL."

She begs. "I heard that Fabian Del Mundo is at the coffee shop," she became energetic after hearing her crush’s name. She stood from her seat and clutched her backpack on her shoulder. Fabian Del Mundo is a hunk varsity player who also happens to be the team captain of their university football team and has a major in aeronautical engineering. He is the most handsome guy in their school; he stands approximately 6'2 tall, has natural slicked-back curly hair, and has a fair complexion. Even though he’s always playing under the sun, he never gets tanned.

Alana Flirt a football player is not easy at all. They are always traveling, training, interviewing, and playing games. And that always happens at some important moments, like my birthday, or someone in the family. Not to mention, when he's famous... Sometimes I miss when Raúl was just another one at Real Madrid, today he's a world football star, even more famous than Dani, he became the team's captain and of the national team, it's beautiful... This attracts a lot of women, from fans to those who want to do well at your expense. I'm jealous, I don't deny it. The amount of women who want to surround my boyfriend is absurd, and I've been controlling myself, I'm not as childish as I used to be

The name sounded vaguely familiar. "Yep. He was on the 1989 team, the one that won the Super Bowl against Denver. So he played with some of the greats, but from what Dawn says and the research I've done, Allan wasn't really a star. He was a defensive end, played well enough, but you know." She lifted a shoulder. "Just a supporting player." "So why's he writing a book?" In my mind, most football players had very little business writing a book. Who the hell wanted to read about what we did on the field, unless it was in the Monday morning newspaper?

'' They both shake hands. Noah furrow his eyebrows before looking at Alex with curiosity, ''Aren't you the Alexander Herrera?'' He points, somehow unsure with his question. I turn to see Alex smiling and nodding his head, not even saying anything as an answer. Noah nods, ''You married a footballer, that's big news, Athena.'' He clears his throat, trying to turn his frown upside down. I fake a grin before patting on Alex's arm a bit too hard, ''Lucky me.'' I say sarcastically.

I had never thought that one day, someone would tear us apart like that! My eyes burned with tears as the pain of separation cut through my heart. Bella was howling woefully to mourn over this unexpected loss. Riveted to my spot, I was cursing that jack ass inwardly when Daleyza tapped my shoulder and exclaimed. “Goddess!! Isn’t he the same Demrid Davis, the idol footballer, Ann? He was the heartthrob of Lake city half a decade ago.”