Football Romance Novels & Stories

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

“The new Don of that mafia family seems even more ruthless than his father. He'd swallowed up quite a few old-school clans in the past year.” “He wants their power,” I replied calmly and emotionlessly. When I met Luke's worried gaze, I smiled at him. “Let's not talk about him. It's all in the past now.” Luke did not say anything more. He just held my hand, gently and firmly. The sun shone on his body and the blueprint before me. This was our new hotel and our future together — a life no longer built on lies and betrayal, but a bright future completely within my grasp.

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

Stefan, surprised for a second by her starting of romance, then took a deep breath and said while making a circle on her waist under her top, "all alright then, prove it, I am eagerly waiting." Although Stefan's romantic touch was made difficult for Sarah, he called her unromantic and she has to prove she is not an unromantic wife. Sarah took a deep breath again to lift herself to Stefan's height. She pecked his lips and immediately moved back. Stefan frowned at her act, which only ignites the fire in his body but did nothing to ease it. "Do you call it romance? Now let me teach you what romance is." Stefan said sternly and immediately pulled her face near his, holding back of her head, plac

She gently bit his lips evoking a deep burning arousal of romance. With bodies clinging to each other, they kissed passionately and deeply until their romance blossomed into an intense burning desire like fire. Moaning and sweet whispers of two adults could be heard as they both delved through a naked romance, eating predatorily, every flesh raw till they got drenched synchronously. “ I love you, you are so sweet“ Shawn whispered to her ears, breathing fast from pleasure. He tried breaking her hymen that morning but Joana screamed and he suddenly stopped, remembering what they agreed on.

“If…If today’s any indication, I’m not scared of a little heat. The question is… are you?” Romero gave a sharp laugh, a delicious sound that did weird things to her nipples. “I’m a mafia lord. I have a garden of body parts. I’m not scared of anything.” His hand strayed from her face around to the back of her head. Anateya sighed, leaning into his touch as his fingers delved into her hair. She’d sell her soul to this devil to have him take her, right here on the hood of his car. Romero’s conflicted expression faded, replaced by something that made blood rush to her cheeks. His stare bore into her as if he was peeling back her layers to see inside. The next moment, his lips crashed to hers.

Her voice came out as a whine as she pouted her lips, staring at me with those doe eyes. “Yes I do.” “You do not.” “You’re going to talk about your weird enemies-to-lovers fantasy.” She pointed at me accusingly. “Because the chemistry is literally vibrating through the apartment.” “There is no chemistry.” I corrected, taking a sip of the tea. “There is rage.” “Yes.” “That is step one to every romance.” Oh for crying out loud. I stared at her flatly. “You consume too much romance content.” “You’re in denial.” I took a sip of tea instead of responding.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.