Do U Like Messi Novels & Stories

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.”

So I tried to compensate and said, "What are the things you like?" He stared at my face. "I am just asking to see how many things are common between us. You know people with the same taste are likely to live more happily". "I like to play and watch football and…..". I didn't let him finish and said with excitement"Football, that's my favorite game. You know I was very small when I started playing football. I watched all the matches of football. And you know who my favorite player is? My favorite player is……Christiano Messi. I really like him". I was speaking but he interrupted.

I heard Destiny utter and I laughed placing my unoccupied hand in my pocket. "Is that a bad thing?" "No, I like it," "Why did you guys even decide to ask me that?" "Because I just found out Mesi watches gay porn," "What's wrong with that?" I questioned confused as a small frown settled on my face. "Not lesbian porn gay porn," "Oh," I voiced surprise filling me. "Why?" I asked directing my question to Mesi as Destiny's laughter echoed over the line.

Grief and guilt mixed with raw, unstoppable lust. By the time the final prayers were said and people began dispersing, Messi’s mind was already racing ahead to the night. The real mourning — and the real pleasure — was only just beginning.

Who am I to tell him, "No, don't throw a party! You know why? because I don't want you to invite my ex, who I'm 100% sure you will invite because you guys are friends!" After having some wine, we watched a live game between Juventus and Barcelona. I'm not a huge football fan but I know how ridiculously talented Lionel Messi is. So I am on the team, Barcelona. Kyle, on the other hand, loves Juventus since that's the team his icon and role model, Cristiano Ronaldo plays. I scream at the top of my voice when Messi scores two goals in a row. By the time the ninety minutes are over, Barcelona wins by three goals. I tease Kyle as he fakes fury.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you like me that much?" I coughed hard after wrongfully swallowing my saliva. Damn! "W-what?!" I scoffed, "Excuse me, Mr. Mateless Alpha, but I think you're mistaken. I don't like you. Fine! You're hot, but that doesn't mean I like you. I mean, come on! It's so unnatural of me to like you. It's very impossible!" I rolled my eyes. I don't know which person am I trying to convince... Was it him or was it myself?

BOOK 2: The Tug of Soccer This group had more male participants than female. We found Lasisi there. There wasn't anything organised about this group. I don't know if they started out organised and ended up arguing. It was quite a scene. "Guy, it's Messi that deserves to win this year's ballon d'or" "With which performance?, how many goals has he scored this season?" "Did you see his goal against Atlético Madrid?" "Leave that thing. Those people that gave Messi the support that makes him look like a one-man wonder in Barcelona are no more, just look at how that small boy from Egypt tackled him in that match they played against CP Mérida"

I added, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He smiled, completely unfazed. “No, I don’t. I just like you.” That stopped me. His words were so direct that for a second, I wasn’t sure I heard him right. “You like me?” I blinked. “Why? And what kind of like are we talking about here?” Miguel shrugged. “I just do. You’re pretty, obviously, but it’s more than that. You’ve got this calm, cool energy. You seem like a chill person to be around, and I like that. Nothing serious just a vibe.”

” I don’t joke with football,when I am stressed from work,I just cool off my head and watch some news about football. Lucky he isn’t taken.”I see,I am not pretty much a fan of football but I still listen to news about football.” I replied “Really? Who’s fan are you then?” He asked. What the fuck man, I barely watch or know anything about that boring spot. I can’t screw things up now.”uhh…I will go for Messi.” I wasn’t sure of who I just mentioned but I have heard of that name before from Leo’s mouth. “Really! Oh my goodness lord. I am also a die hard fan of Messi.” He said drawing his seat closer to me.