Dwayne The Sock Johnson Mga Nobela at Kwento

TJ became a good friendly replacement for Dwayne, who cut himself off from us a bit. Dwayne was a bit more supportive of Debby and didn't want to hurt her further by doing anything to TJ. I really understood that and TJ understood it too. But TJ was always available for funny messages and short calls and really enriched my life.

“Hey, I don’t just listen to eighties music. My dad made me watch all the old shows as a kid. He has a whole library of eighties paraphernalia. That’s how I got hooked.” John yawned again. “Honey, we need to rest.” “Aren’t there four of you on the team? I’ve only caught a glimpse of that other serious dude. The one with the goatee.” “That’s Dave, known as Donnie in the field. We’re all proficient in martial arts but Donnie takes it to another level. Because of his combat skills, he’s named after Donnie Yen Chi-tan—an actor and multiple-time world wushu tournament champion. Dave is our analyst.”

He was smooth with it but was a perfect nymph. “Are you saying you're married?” Jenna asked. “Yes,” Dwayne answered. “At least I will be in a month's time.” “This isn't a drama, Dwayne. You aren't dating anyone….” I barely finished when he interrupted me. “I have a fiancée.” “I don't think that should matter. We already have a CEO and he's very qualified,” Ms. Becker announced. “Will you please shut up?” Dwayne said, looking right at her.

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.

Jersey #20 Luke Sullivan, 22 — Smooth steals, slick moves. Jersey #55 Atlas Price, 23 — Unstoppable defense, always got your back. Jersey #14 Dylan Knox, 28 — Skilled, seasoned, and always in control. Dylan was a former NBA player who lost everything after one mistake. His team lost an important game in 2023, and his friends quickly turned on him. Carlos believed he deserved another chance, and Grayson agreed. Jersey #7 Troy Adams, 22 — Tall, quick, and everywhere at once.

"Call me Jordan." "Name's Dwaine," he says with a flash of teeth. Dwaine is in his mid to late twenties with beautiful ebony skin. He's maybe an inch shorter than me and he's wearing a black suit that's not as expensive as Larry's, but it still looks good on him. His chocolate eyes are inquisitive and he's more handsome when he smiles. I don't see a ring on his left ring finger and decide he'd make a good hookup if he didn't work for the Pronghorns' organization. What can I say? I'm twenty-one and I've been celibate for months.

“Call me Jordan.” “Name’s Dwaine,” he says with a flash of teeth. Dwaine is in his mid to late twenties with beautiful ebony skin. He’s maybe an inch shorter than me and he’s wearing a black suit that’s not as expensive as Larry’s, but it still looks good on him. His chocolate eyes are inquisitive and he’s more handsome when he smiles. I don’t see a ring on his left ring finger and decide he’d make a good hookup if he didn’t work for the Pronghorns’ organization. What can I say? I’m twenty-one and I’ve been celibate for months.

“Thanks, dad, for holding everything together while we’re gone, we should be back Sunday night.” “No problem son, just go find your mate and try to have a good time.” He gives me a slap on the back, and I climb inside, and low and behold John is already strapped into his seat and ready to go. “Finally, Jax, let’s get out of here.” “Yea, yea man I know, I’m here so we can go now. Fuck man don’t get your panties in a twist.” “I don’t wear panties man, half the time dude I don’t wear anything, it’s easier for the ladies.” This dude I swear has no filter.

Again, until I heard a certain name, I wasn't really paying any attention to what was going on around me. Number seventeen. Forward striker. Dennis Johnson. I focused in on the athlete who was approximately five-nine, of medium frame, and had hair that was kind of shaggy and reminiscent of the 1980s. I had no doubt that it was him. I just knew it. I contracted my fists into the gloves I was wearing, focused my gaze more intently, and jumped about on the balls of my feet. My attention was undivided, but it was not always on the ball.