Do U Like Messi Novels & Stories

“Don't tell me you're an American Football fan too?” “Of course, but I love European Champion’s League too,” he admits. “At least out of the European teams, is yours Barcelona?” He smirks. “I like Real Madrid.” “I don't have credit with you, do I?” I look at him jokingly. “Okay, I'm not going to root for Barcelona just because you're part of the family.” He laughs with me. The first thing we do is check on Selena. She has colour in her cheeks. She isn't so pale anymore. That, too, can be counted as a good sign.

, I guess I'm not normal because my nipples tighten, it tightens so bad that i was thanking God i wore a Jacket on my crop top, If not he would have seen the type of maniac i was. Maybe some weeks ago, this threat of his would have scared me off, or it would have been an obvious red flag to me, but right now, it's something different, i feel myself falling for karl, I'm falling harder and faster than I should and I'm not sure if it's a good thing. "So you like seeing Messi play?." He changed the topic and took his hands off me. "I love seeing him play, he's my role model." I smiled brightly, i could see Karl's face fall into a frown.

“You?” “Manchester City,” he replied with a chuckle. “Favorite player?” “Messi, of course,” I replied, trying to keep my excitement in check, though I let a bit of masculine pride slip into my voice. “The greatest of all time.” He gave me a mock gasp. “Seriously? Ronaldo is the best.”

“Well, we kind of have a lot of relationship time for a bend-over-the-bed fuck. Or a table. Or a sofa. Or any other surface you can think of.” His eyes sparkled with delight. “I’ll get thinking.” He leaned in and nuzzled his nose against mine. “I suppose you want to know about me now, right?” “Yep. Favorite food, favorite car, favorite football player…” His lips twitched to one side. “Favorite food is Fried chicken, believe it or not. Favorite car is an Audi R8—I miss mine. And my favorite football player is Lionel Messi.” “You’re a PSG FAN?” “Both me and Aaron. Drives our parents nuts.” He grinned. “They support the Manchester United. But anyway. Before you ask, my favorite film is any of t

When she said this Jessy looked very serious. "I'll tell you that not all men like soccer, but most do. It's the same, isn't it." "Of course it's the same, who is it? He looks hot." Jessy pointed at one of the ball players. "That's Cristiano Ronaldo, lots of girls like him and most girls only know him and Messy in football hehehe.." "Does he have a partner?" David nodded his head. "Of course, the partner is very beautiful and hot." Instantly Jessy was heartbroken. "Actually, it's not surprising if he has a girlfriend but I'm still heartbroken."

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I hear him muttering back a 'wait' whilst pinching on his nose. " Ahm..we just had an a..argument over who is a better player, Messi or Ronaldo..", Michael says while I'm still thinking about some good reason to say. " Oh..so you like Ronaldo ?", His Dad asks me, suddenly smiling. Seems like he is a great fan of Ronaldo. And I already know Michael likes Messi. Alex too was a huge fan of Messi. I nod my head. " Yeah..I think Messi has won more titles mostly because he plays for a better team, not because he is a better player than Ronaldo.", I say. I agree they both are equally great football players and unique in their own ways. But personally my favourite is Ronaldo.

This time I didn’t release the pressure I had on his foot. “I got to Los Angeles this month and I’ve been busy between adjusting and work, right David?” I nudged him with my elbow. “Yeah, right.” The blonde guy laughed in a way that says he doesn’t believe me. “Famous players you can list?” he asked. “Of course. Neymar, Ronaldo, Messi, Muhammed Salah, Balorz, David’s favorite player and so on. Are you doubting my love for football?” “No, I’m not. It’s just… one more question. You recognize these players you just mentioned? Including Balorz?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

He whispered behind me as he caught me peeking through the door to know if he is inside. "You startled me" I said shyly. "You're cute when you're shy" he laughed. There is something different, why can't I figure it out. "Stop it" I said as I lowered my head. "Let's go inside" he said as he nudged me slightly. We walked inside and took a seat, there is nothing special about the place we ordered friend rice and engaged on little talks. "Wow, Messi is really a football demon" he said as all his focus is on the football match going on.

Disbelief. “Messi? He hasn't played for Barcelona in years.” “What about Cristiano Ronaldo?” I looked at her like she'd grown a second head. She didn't know the first thing about soccer. “Jesus Christ.” I exhaled hard. She laughed. Shrugged. “Have you ever actually watched a game? On TV?” Suspicion creeping in. “Of course I have. Just... during the World Cup. And not often. My mom hated sports. Never had them on at home.”