Hung Jocks Mga Nobela at Kwento

If athletes switched pay with teachers and police officers, our world would be a better place. I didn't think I could fake my mental dislike of jocks or my body's lust for them. I could see myself salivating at their muscles with a sneer on my face. I'd sat brooding for so long, my screensaver popped up. I hit the "enter" key and clicked on Google. Two hours later, I was more confused than ever. The terminology alone had my head achingscrum, maul, ruckwhere did they come up with this shit? My frustration had me Googling Van Stelson because nowhere on my documentation was his brother's name mentioned. "Great," I muttered aloud when Van's face flashed on the screen.

Glory looked at him and saw the look of anger on his face. “Who are those guys jake?” She spoke with a sweet smile on her face though Jake could see that she was forcing it. “Football losers, they think they are the shit, but they haven't won a game in three years.” Jake rolled his eyes casually The Jocks must have heard the comment because they started to move towards the jeep once they saw Max get out of the car, they started to sprint towards him. Like lions sprinting toward a deer getting ready to go in for the kill. The murderous hunger in their eyes forces a fury filling Jake's chest resonating deep in his bones.

“PLEASE WELCOME TONIGHT’S HONORARY GUEST SCOUT. STRAIGHT FROM THE NHL... ETHAN VANCE!” ​I blinked against the glare, turning to look at Janice. We exchanged absolute, paralyzed glances of pure shock. ​The thousands of screaming fans weren't cheering for the high school teams. ​They were cheering for the man standing right next to me.

But the door to the gym banged open. "Boss!" Dominic pulled back. He didn't look flustered. He just looked annoyed. He turned around. Jax was standing in the doorway. He looked out of breath. "What?" Dominic barked. "We have a problem," Jax said. "At the gate." "Silverfangs?" "No," He looked at me, then back to Dominic. "It's the Hockey team. The Ridgebacks. The whole damn roster is parked outside." Dominic swore. "Cole?” I asked.

The teacher eventually came in not long after and immediately started the class causing the discussions and chattering to cease as we began lectures. Lunch finally arrived as I sat down with Liv and Spencer at their special table. I notice Liv was very popular because we wouldn’t stop getting lots of looks and greetings from other students. The cafeteria was huge and students filtered about eating and chattering with one another but it also seemed that there were cliques. “Who are those people?” I asked gesturing to a group of students who wore football jerseys and cheerleading uniforms. “We call them jocks. They’re the athletes of Brixley high and they’re loud as fuck.” Spencer cussed out i

The bartender raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. The first sip burned going down. The second was easier. I was halfway through my third when the door swung open and a group of guys walked in. They were loud and laughing, their voices bouncing off the walls. Hockey players. I could tell by the way they moved, by the cuts on their faces and the cocky swagger in their steps. They were wearing team jackets with the university logo.

"This is becoming a habit. First you break into my suite in disguise, and now you're breaking into my shower." I stared at him in disbelief. He stood there, dripping wet, completely bare, acting like this was a casual Tuesday afternoon meeting. "Will you please put some clothes on? Do you realise you're literally naked in front of me?!" "Does it bother you so much, Miss Thorne?" *** The arrow flew straight for my heart. Before I could react, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I crashed against a hard chest as the arrow struck the marble pillar behind us. Duke Blackthorn. Zane. "Why did you save me? I thought we were enemies." "We are." "Then why?" His grip

"No, no, you knew nothing!" Ace moved out of his way, still shouting at the top of his lungs. "You think you could hide it forever but I know you! I mean, it makes so much sense. The most popular jock in school who is totally homophobic going out with the not yet out of the closet pretty nerd boy! It's mind-blowing!" "No, I'm not a nerd! And this isn't a W*****d high school book!" Marcos snapped with a hand on his waist, even though there was a smile on his face. "I'm just taking him to the hospital for sometime."