Football Romance Novels & Stories

she demands, struggling against me but I won't release my grip on her nor my feelings. "Rose," I whisper low, desperate. "I love you." Words spill like blood from a wound Rose's eyes widen, shocked. Silence stretches between us like a chasm, awaiting her response. Will she push me away? Or Pull me close? The flames dance on, unaware of our heartbeats hanging in the balance. ############## ROSE POV Roman's eyes burns with intensity and sincerity. "I've loved you since the day I met you," he confesses " It just took time for me to admit it to myself"

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

“It was stupid of me to think I could ever live without you.” Roman had always been a passionate lover, but this was the first time we had sex like this. It was raw, filled with a frenzy of emotions. Anger, need, frustration and passion. “Never leave me,” I said, cupping his face as I shook my head. I hadn’t noticed the tears that rolled down my cheeks until Roman wiped them away. “Never,” he murmured, kissing me softly, the exact opposite of his thrust, which never slowed down. He kept mumbling apologies, taking my nipples between his lips while he reached where our bodies joined, circling my clit with his thumb.

Eric countered with so much assurance in his eyes, his hands not leaving her face, "I am in love with you and I know that you feel the same way for me. I wish our parents were never married so that we can have the love our hearts desire but even with that, it won't stop me from wanting to be with you for the rest of my life" Gen stood still listening to his words, her heart wanted him but her body was trying too hard to resist him because she didn't want to be caught up in such a messy love triangle. Eric raised her head up to his face, slowly as Gen watched him, he pressed his lips against her and gave her a soft passionate kiss, their bodies glued together in desire. Gen was surprised at h

The bloody red-haired boy held out his hand, wanting to lift me up, I didn't catch his hand, turned myself up and said thank you, my hands brushed my ass, thinking of hitting the person that hit the wall, hurting me. "What's wrong, Ryan?" A curly blonde, sharp red crystal eyes well-made up. "Wow, a good-looking girl." The boy with the blond hair was also crystal red. What? Are they siblings? The six people, everyone is the same, white skin, beautiful sharp eyes touch people's hearts. Seeing that, I was just blind-eyed, Ryan called me. "You okay? My name is Lombardo Ryan and yours? "Alexis," I replied in a recent moment. Ryan reached out and grabbed my hand. His hand was so cold, not like any

It has increased to the point no one can save him from Igneel's wrath. How such a steamy mood turned into something so sad. How from kissing each other to admiring each other, scars turned into tears of sadness and anger. "I love you." He said and kissed her lips and cheeks. He could no longer hold his feelings for her. He kissed her teary eyes as he slowly traveled his kisses down to her clothed chest and then to her bare stomach. Her panties were on display. The sadness that he had suddenly turned into a longing for her. He could no longer restrain himself and so he went on her, made love with her so many times and in so many ways, draining her out of her energy as she trembled under him.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

"Poor Pedro. Since when did you become a fan of romance? Don't tell me you've gone all soft and resulted to girlie shows?" Diego acted like someone who cares. But I can see through his drama. He's a faker. I scoffed, trying to be tough in his front. "I went all soft for my love. She needs something that can keep the bond between us strong." "By watching girlie romance? You really don't know Carla even though you've dated her before." "What's that supposed to mean? " I dimmed my eyes at him. He curbed his lips at me, saying, " Carla ain't that kind of lady who craves for love after watching silly romance drama. She's more like a fighter. She likes something challenging. Something that tests h

Not that I was ever shy. When i was within arm's reach, he pulled me in and we shared a soft kiss. Ah, so romantic! But even though i was super happy, i couldn't hide my frown. He pulled away and looked at my face. Seeing the frown on my face, he asked, "what?" I gestured yo my face, "you always smear my lipstick", I sulked, "you didn’t even let me arrive!" He chuckled. I felt giddy at the sound. His voice was like a fucking romantic melody to my ears, and it made my core throb.