Her Football Star Ex Mga Nobela at Kwento

But instead of snatching it back, he kisses me—quick, soft, chocolate still melting on his lips. Before I can react, a voice cuts through: “Um—sorry, are you Liam Calloway?” We both freeze. A girl stands a few feet away, maybe sixteen, clutching her phone with wide, starstruck eyes. She’s wearing a Titans hoodie two sizes too big, sleeves covering her hands. Liam straightens instantly, like instinct takes over. The pale, queasy man from ten seconds ago vanishes, replaced by the pro athlete. “Hey,” he says warmly, smiling like he doesn’t have a hangover from hell. “What’s your name?”

The same reporter asked. “Nah, that is a lie. We all friendly and good to each other over here” Jaxon answered, “Can I ask Gideon a question?” Another reporter asked, “Yes, you can” I answered, stepping forward, “Thank you, There is a woman who is a social media star and her latest video has been trending due to a story time. She tells a story about her friend who had a one night stand with a Hockey NHL player whose description perfectly fits you. Are you the player the woman is talking about?” The reporter asked.

I greeted her eagerly, bowing just slightly. “Tina,” she said, smiling lazily. “What a surprise.” We exchanged pleasantries, and soon the conversation drifted exactly where I wanted it to go. Tristan. Our relationship that should have led to marriage. I sighed dramatically. “We were planning our wedding,” I said. “But then his ex came back. She was a loser when they were married.” Arya frowned. “His ex?” “Yes,” I continued. “Marissa. She’s suddenly Queen now. A prodigy in the fashion world.”

It curved, actually curved, into the top corner. The stadium erupted. My own breath caught. He texted me an hour later. Jax: Paint’s dry. Me: Looked pretty wet from here. After that, he was a starter. Within two years, he was one of the most talked-about players in the world. Magazines wanted him. Brands wanted him. Girls (and guys) screamed his name. He was Jax Ryder, the enigma, the prince of the pitch. And he still texted me. About his annoying teammate. About a weird fan encounter. Asking about Orhan, about my mom. Asking if I’d eaten a proper meal.

"She calls him Zachy but he goes by the real name Zachary Phillips." She stiffened involuntarily. Finally putting the puzzles together, he recalled Zach saying he was just from the police station. She remembered his intense story on how much he had love Freya from the start but had to move away for some reasons. She remembered how pained he felt when she brought up the idea that he had murdered Freya. No! He couldn't be the one. It couldn't be the same Freya. "Thea, are you alright?" "He didn't kill her," she said.

became famous. "It's delicious, Kevin. You're a good shopper," exclaimed one and he took out his long manhood. I know it, it's Lancelot Graham. He is one of the lead vocals of EXODUS, he is also talkative and an actor. He is famous now because of his relationship with a singer Jewel Kim.

"But what if you lose everything because of me?" "Then it would be worth it." He shot me a smile. "Well, I still don't want it coming out." "You're embarrassed because I'm much older." "No. It's because you're my ex's father and one of the richest men in the world. I don't want people thinking that I'm a gold digger." He raised a brow, "You worry too much." "No, you know how the press is." "I won't let it come out, Kenz. My father would never let it get out."

Right there, he saw Stacy, his ex-wife with a little boy by the road, walking together. Before he could tell the driver to stop the car, they stopped a taxi and entered it at once. Right in front of him, the car drove off while he sat in the car, stupefied. "Stacy?" He mumbled, still in shock. She was the one, he could never forget her face, not even for once. She had grown bigger than she was and she looked prettier. But, who was that little boy beside her? And why does he look so much like him? Like, a little version of him?

“I want you to kiss me.” He gawks at me, but only for a second before he leans down to claim my lips for a second time. I can hardly believe this is happening. Dallas, my ex-boyfriend, and everyone’s favorite football star, is kissing me like he is starving. It's like I’m his first meal in months. I’m barely given time to breathe. His kisses are harder this time, with an urgency between them, and the next few minutes, things happen so fast that I can barely keep up.

She asked, glancing at Adrian. Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose. He remarked, "Yes. I said goodbye to a normal life the day I became a famous soccer player. Don't worry though. I won't let that happen to you. I've sent some men to find the reporters and buy the pictures they took." Heather sighed in relief. She said, "That makes me feel better. I wouldn't like your reputation to be ruined because of me. I'm the one who asked you out for dinner."