Foul Start Chapter 15 Novels & Stories

Louis walked in. The moment I saw him, my eyes lit up. Just as I was about to hurry over to him, Flora beat me to it. She threw herself into his arms, her eyes slightly red as she whined like a spoiled child. "Darling, Rachel is bullying me! She even hit me!" Louis saw the red handprint on her cheek. His gaze instantly turned ice-cold, and he glared at me, his eyes blazing with fury. "Rachel, are you crazy? Why did you hit her for no reason?"

Five years ago, Vivienne Cross was London’s most brilliant rising sports rehabilitation therapist. She was also secretly in love with Marcus Vance, the arrogant, generational talent of Premier League soccer. But when Marcus forced her to falsify his medical clearance under pressure—ruining his knee permanently on the pitch—he didn't take the blame. Instead, he publicly branded her a medical fraud to save his own sponsorships. His lie blacklisted her from the industry, sent her family into financial ruin, and caused her father’s fatal stroke. Now, Marcus is the ruthless, bitter General Manager of London United, living with a failing body and a hollow soul. Desperate to salvage his mobility,

My legs gave out from underneath me, I tried to brace myself for impact against the ground, but instead my weak body was pulled into strong arms. I blinked, trying to clear the blurriness in my eyes again, the dark spots started clouding my vision, but before it fully had a chance to pull me in, I was met with deep seafoam eyes that shone with so much intensity, “I have you.." *** This chapter wasn't the best, my apologies, next chapter will be better I promise. Shalini Zhara <3

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

Her voice sent a chill down my back, raising every strand of hair on my body. "Mate." Milo and I growled back before staring at each other, a look of confusion in our eyes. No, surely this couldn't be right; we couldn't be feeling the same mate pull for the same wolf. The crowd started whispering among themselves; as Milo and I continued to stare at each other. "EVERYONE LEAVE!" The former Alpha Gerald shouted, breaking Milo and me from our trance. The crowd slowly started to disperse as Milo, the she-wolf, and I waited on stage, unsure of what to do in this situation.

(14). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 14: First ride . "Next!" It was finally their turn and Aiden felt more ready than ever, or so he thought. The two of them set down the raft on the starting pad and got on. Gripping tightly onto the handles, he listened to the operator's instructions. He didn't know what to expect out of this, he wasn't much of a worrier but he just couldn't help but think about the negative outcomes.

The game was going great and Seth got 1 points ahead of us all because Christo let Steven kiss him to distract him. So stupid and unfair. It's now my turn and they decided that Steven was the better driver of their team so he was up against me. We started driving and Seth came over me licking my ear whispering freaky bedroom fantasies in my ear. That didn't slow me down, just boost me. I chuckled as I won and he chuckled in my ear. "I guess things will be looking up for you tonight daddy" He whispered pulling my ear between his teeth. "It's looking up for the both of us" I said getting up. He wrapped his arms around my waist as mine wrapped around his shoulder.

He had one hand around her throat and the other grabbing her amulet with fascination. The man turned his head, glancing at me for only a moment. Faith struggled beneath him, reaching for his head to use her magic, but he was too fast. He slammed his fist into Faith’s face and jumped to his feet. The sickening crunch echoed in my head; each time I heard it, I grew angrier and angrier. His hand wrapped around her ankle, and he began to run, dragging her limp body behind him, but she was a fighter, and he only made it a few steps before she woke and started kicking.

The nervousness swirling within me cracks open and courses through my marrow, causing even my running legs to shudder and nearly trip. Barging into Zeath’s room, the guy himself seems startled that I came in such manner, his usually narrow eyes now wide-open with shock. My whole body stops moving as I just stare at him. Then, in the next second, without even realizing what’s going on, my fingers suddenly form fists. I lunge at Zeath’s bed, my voice stretching far as I yell out, “YOU BASTARD!” The first punch hits his arm. Then my fist targets another side of his body that’s not bandaged before he grips it strongly, his lips tilted up in a smile.

Ryan stormed out with the boy without another word. Jessica scrambled to her feet, ignoring the discomfort of her pregnant belly, and chased after him. Linda shot me a vicious glare. Then she picked up the contract and slapped it right in my face. "Michael, a million dollars ought to buy the rest of your life, don't you think? That boy is coming into this family. You stay out of it." I watched the two of them walk away, feeling dazed. I bent down and picked up the torn pieces of the agreement.