Hottest Soccer Players Novels & Stories

Benny was less so, but he reluctantly agreed on one condition; all three of them had to come support his team at the soccer match that afternoon. According to him, it was a big match against their biggest rivals, the Brentwood Foxes and the Beldon Cougars needed “all the support they could get.” Hayden agreed too and Benny seemed to warm up to him a lot more after that. Georgia had forgotten that Hayden followed European soccer. Benny was a soccer fanatic and Hayden’s knowledge of the famous European clubs and players impressed Benny a lot. When Lisa asked who they thought the best player of all time was, they both blurted out their answers simultaneously.

I scroll to his flirty texts. Hot soccer legend: I miss your tits. Me: Wow. What about the rest of me? Me: also I’m in class you jerk. Hot soccer legend: I mean the rest of you is not that bad either. Me: Fuck off. Hot soccer legend: I’m just kidding. You know I like all the other parts of you. The way you taste. . .your touch, that feeling when I’m inside you. It turns me on just thinking about it. Fuck I want you Kayla.

I giggled. Putting her on speaker again, I went to Mythinder and took a screenshot of his profile. The profile picture is of him in a fitted white button up and his hair is styled nice. On his page, you can see a picture of him with his dog and another of him shirtless. And my goddess, it’s definitely hard to breathe when you’re looking at that one. He’s got a firm chest and a thin torso. He’s playing soccer in another one with very short shorts. You just want to lick the sweat dripping down his thigh muscles. I sent the screenshot to her and she was quiet as she clicked on it. “Holy shit he’s hot,” she groaned.

"What’s his name?" "Axel," I murmured, feeling a chill as I spoke his name. Kathleen typed "Axel" into the search bar, and to my surprise, the first images that appeared were of the man I had been within Santorini. "Oh my God, it’s him!" I exclaimed, stunned. "Let me see..." Kathleen clicked on one of the images, leading us to a series of articles and profiles. "He’s famous, Kim! A Brazilian soccer player. He’s been playing for a Spanish team for years, from what I’m reading here..."

" My laugh was self-deprecating. "Once you acclimatize to the city, you fall in love with the anonymity of it." But Kieran would never know. Incogintaurenity was something he'd never know again this lifetime. He was one of the tallest soccer players in the world. An Ashburn FC forward, renowned for his lethal penalty kicks and ruthless dribbling that had defenders stumbling over one another's feet as they attempted to cover him, he was, without doubt, the bane of every goalkeeper in the Premier League and the one mythological player every youngster in Europe and South America possessed a poster of on their bedroom wall.

Her eyes opened up big like plates when she realized this was one of the biggest celebrities in every sense. Dominik Weigand was not only captain of the Germany football team and the one player who had scored more goals this season. He was a beacon between hot guys. There is a phrase: “Hotter than Dominik Weigand in his underpants” it was one of her most used phrases with her friends. She had to go up to him and apologize, claiming she had not recognized him. Dominik asked for her discretion, he did not want anyone else recognizing him. She abided and had a their table set up at the VIP room.

"I don't know what the problem is, but I think you're overreacting. Stories like that that use someone in the real world as a model are common. There are thousands of stories that use actors or singers as models, so there's no need to exaggerate!" "I don't want to be famous like that, if people end up texting me all the time." "That's a risk as a model. You've been living it for 6 years and you should be used to it. The predicate as the hottest man is because of your physical appearance that excites women, so enjoy it, Aiden!" "Hey Aiden, good afternoon?" Stacy who had just arrived went straight to Aiden and Chloe who were sitting on the sofa. Stacy's face is very radiant, after the incident

I might as well have some fun. "I'll tell you if you promise not to get an inferiority complex," I said sweetly. I ticked off the names my favorite celebrities. "Nate Reynolds, Asher Donovan, Rafael Pessoa..." Dante looked unimpressed. "I didn't realize you were such a big soccer fan." Asher Donovan and Rafael Pessoa both played for Holchester United in the UK. "I'm a soccer player fan," I corrected. "There's a difference." I'd watched a total of three sports games in my life. l'd only mentioned Asher and Rafael because l saw them in an ad campaign yesterday and they were fresh on my mind.

This time I didn’t release the pressure I had on his foot. “I got to Los Angeles this month and I’ve been busy between adjusting and work, right David?” I nudged him with my elbow. “Yeah, right.” The blonde guy laughed in a way that says he doesn’t believe me. “Famous players you can list?” he asked. “Of course. Neymar, Ronaldo, Messi, Muhammed Salah, Balorz, David’s favorite player and so on. Are you doubting my love for football?” “No, I’m not. It’s just… one more question. You recognize these players you just mentioned? Including Balorz?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.